President Wilson sighed in disappointment when he heard Sheyan's explanation. He looked as if he had grown several decades older in an instant. He sat down on the cold metallic chair next to him and pressed his fingers against his temples in exhaustion. Because the airships had to float in the air and there might be violent turbulence, all the furniture was fixed in place so as to avoid hurting people. Therefore, it was not very comfortable.
Zi could not help feeling a little sad seeing the respectable President Wilson in this state. Compared to his predecessors President Bush Sr. and Jr., President Clinton, and Watergate President Nixon, Wilson really seemed like a saint. Zi pulled Sally, the president's secretary, aside and spoke to her. Before long, Sally had fetched some hot water and started getting busy at the cookery at the back.
