The three senior executives—all men—exchanged glances upon hearing the woman's cry from the president’s private lounge.
A woman's voice… coming from the president’s resting area!
Who else could it be? It must be the little wife their president cherished so dearly.
“Give me a moment,” Kendrick said as he stood up.
The three executives immediately responded, “Of course, President, take your time. We’re in no hurry.”
As Kendrick entered the lounge, the three men outside kept their expressions neutral, but their ears were perked up, listening intently.
Inside, Kendrick asked, “What’s wrong?”
A pitiful voice replied, “My legs hurt even more now…”
He continued, “Can you get out of bed?”
The little woman whined, “Not really… I need a moment…”
Outside, the three men exchanged looks—one s
