Mason walked into the presidential residence reserved for him for his few months in the country.
The servants and maids all bowed, and he nodded in response before walking to his study.
"Andrea," he called.
The older housekeeper appeared before him.
"Mr. Green."
"I'll be in my study. I do not need any distractions, so please tell the cooks I will be down for dinner by seven pm. Tell any guest that comes around that I am not in the mood to see anyone," he said to her, and she nodded with a warm smile.
"Yes, Mr. Green."
She turned to leave, but he stopped her.
"And please call me Mason," he added with a warm smile, and she nodded before leaving.
He sighed and sank into his chair behind his huge deep brown polished desk.
He had work to do.
As he got himself buried in work, his phon
