The president's bedroom in the Rose Chamber of Commerce apartment.
Vera Williams was still rustling some papers at the mahogany desk.
The hands on the wall clock ticked away, and time quietly slipped by unnoticed.
It was now three o'clock in the morning.
She had intended to sleep for a while, but after speaking with Leonard Churchill, her mind was flooded with too many novel thoughts.
She wanted to jot down these business concepts, which could be considered priceless treasures, and felt no urge to sleep at all.
Moreover, she also had the feeling that the assassination would not come to an end.
So, she simply stayed awake.
The light revealed a face deep in concentration.
