Zein pov
The time was running, each time I checked my phone, I puffed out air to ease the tension that was building within me.
When I gave up that the president wouldnt be calling, my phone rang I snapped to conciousness.
I stretched my hands to pick my phone, and once I saw the president name on the screen.
The sleep in my eyes varnished and I picked the call at once.
"Hello mr. President," I said.
"Yes, mr. Sanchez I would love to ask of your help," he said, and I rolled my eyes in surprise.
What does the president needs my help for?
Maybe, for a donation or something else. I wouldn't know unless I asked him.
"Yes, mr. President,"
He sneezed then cleared his throat. "I'll be leaving Greenland for Tokyo for a summit on security. I would need you to follow me tomorrow, our flight
