"Ms. Barton? The president is busy right now. It's not too convenient for him." Over the phone, the woman's voice was tilted, carrying a hint of charm.
If Valentin really was in Country Y, then there would be a 12-hour time difference. Since it was 10 in the morning in City A, then that meant it was night in Country Y.
I took a deep breath.
The person on the other end of the phone probably sensed my silence. She said in a gleeful tone, "Valentin is in the bathroom. He drank just now. Whatever you wish to say to Valentin, I can say to him."
My heart hurt, just a little.
It was a slight ache. Yet, it was as if the skies and the seas had me in their hold, and were suffocating me.
I gripped my phone, feeling that I was on the verge of collapse.
Ms. Houghton who was next to me was ready
