Early in the morning, Amelie opened her eyes. She thought that she was at home, her hands habitually wrapped around her pillow, preparing to sleep for a while more.
Then, she suddenly thought of something and quickly opened her eyes. Sure enough, she was in Presidential Palace's guest room, covering her forehead.
She took her phone and looked at it. She had gotten up early out of habit, and it was only 7: 00 PM.
She originally applied for leave, but now that she was in Presidential Palace, she felt awkward.
This Presidential Palace was not like a hotel on the main streets where one could call a taxi and go home the moment they stepped out of the door. Here, without Chaim's decision, she could not leave.
Amelie got off the bed and changed into a set of clothes. Since she was here, she
