Cyril lay inside the large golden bathtub.
The bathtub was a masterpiece of opulence, crafted from gleaming gold that shimmered under the soft glow of the chandelier above.
Its large, oval shape was both inviting and majestic, with intricately carved claw feet that lifted it gracefully off the marble floor.
The interior was smooth and polished, reflecting the light in a warm, golden hue.
The edges were adorned with delicate engravings of vines and flowers, adding a touch of elegance to its grandeur.
It was a sanctuary of luxury, promising a bath that was not just a routine, but an indulgent escape.
As he lay in the opulent golden bathtub, the warm water enveloped him up to his neck, leaving his face, damp hair, and right hand exposed.
In his hand, he delicately held a glass of Domaine de la Romanée wine, the deep red liquid contrasting beautifully with the golden hues around him.
The water was adorned with floating flowers, their delicate petals adding a touch of natural beauty to the scene of serene luxury.
His mind flashed back to the scene that occurred in the sickbay.
His thoughts filled with the way Maryann sniffed him.
Her moan!
Her moan made his body still, inflicting a sensual feeling inside him.
His thoughts flashed back again to the part where he drew closer to her, and she smelt like innocence and honeysuckle.
He didn't want to let go of his imagination, but something deep down in him felt wrong.
He felt wrong to have a fantasy and a sensual delusion of someone he should be hating at the moment.
A thief!
He swirled the wine inside the wine glass, turned everything in his mouth and gulped it down in one go.
He got out of the bathtub, put on the shower to rinse off the soap from his body.
He donned his undergarments and a blue towel robe.
His hair was damp and clingy in strands, causing it to appear darker and shinier.
Making it look sleek and straight, his hair cascaded down to his mid-back and the hem of his hair dripped water.
He stepped into the large spacious room surrounded by a maximum of twenty guards and the room had lots of long gold shelves filled with Cyril's skincare products, mouth care products, hair care products and his fragrances.
A bald androgynous man walked towards Cyril, held a towel and urged Cyril to sit down and face the large ornate golden mirror.
Cyril followed suit, and he donned a hair cloth round Cyril's neck before putting on the hair dryer to dry his hair.
Bobby came into the room holding an iPad, he stood at attention and bowed to Cyril by the side.
Cyril kept mute, his attention only focused on his reflection in the mirror, he then waved his left hand signaling Bobby to deliver whatever message he had.
"Your Excellency, about the meeting with the Triump Kings..."
Cyril interrupted, "Reschedule after the PBP."
"I'm so sorry, Your Excellency, but you promised them, you'd meet with them...." Bobby tried to defy, because Cyril never joked about any of his businesses, meetings and appointments, especially the ones concerning international organizations, but he was immediately silenced by Cyril's stern look from the mirror.
"I'm so sorry, Your Excellency" Bobby bowed before he continued "Your Excellency, about the press, they have been lingering outside the White House since yesterday, requiring the reason for the change in date of….." Cyril interrupted Bobby again.
"Ignore them….." Cyril said, then he added "Make sure the PBP goes smoothly, everything should be in place, no mistakes. I have already discarded that rule of mending old things. Anything that requires fixing should be replaced immediately with the new version of it," Cyril ordered.
"Yes, Your Excellency", Bobby said, as he bowed and left the room.
While Cyril was doing his hair, another man walked towards him, stood by his side, bowed and asked,
"Your Excellency, what color of suit would you like to wear today to fit your mood" The man smiled as he stared at Cyril through the mirror.
"I'm going casual today" Cyril said.
The man nodded, bowed and walked out.
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After Amy and Jo delivered the news to Cass, they left her alone in her room.
Cass pondered round her room, her expression filled with anger.
So many thoughts in her head, she was trying to put together.
She just couldn't bring herself to understand why Cyril had to change in a twinkle of an eye, from the very moment he had an encounter with the thief at the market.
The PBP date was changed all of a sudden, and she had had so many plans for that day.
She also had a surprise gift.
She wanted to present to Cyril, but she couldn't anymore because she had two days left.
Cass thought again.
He saved her from her punishment and also went to the sickbay to visit her because she was sick.
Cass didn't need to get her suspicions up, because she knew from day one, that the thief was up to no good after Cyril encountered her in the market, rather than putting her in prison, he took her into the White House.
After many pondering, Cass left her room and went downstairs to find her Father's butler, only to see him, ordering workers on how to clean the living room.
Cass walked up to him. Tan and the workers bowed.
Cass ignored them as she spoke directly to Tan while the workers continued their cleaning.
"What was the new law the president propounded about theft?" Cass asked Tan.
"Torture before five years and half a year jail time without trial, Ma'am", Tan replied.
"And why is that thief roaming scott-free?" Cass asked.
"Orders haven't been passed down yet, Ma'am" Tan said.
"Is there any other offender in the cottage that is accused of theft?" Cass asked.
"No Ma'am. Only she", Tan answered.
"And there's only two days left until the PBP?"
"Yes Ma'am, and if the President decides to group her into one of the groups, she will be free from jail time forever", Tan added.
"And the President?" Cass asked.
"The President hasn't mentioned anything about her case since she was brought to the cottage. I also think the President has forgiven her for her past mistakes, since they weren't intentional, and I think there'd be no reason for her to go to jail before the PBP, because if it was to be, she should be in prison by now" Tan explained further.
Cass walked out of Tan as she climbed the stairs, soliloquizing;
"No. Not on my watch. She must go to jail before the PBP, and if the President decides not to jail her before the PBP, I will make him see reasons to".