Christina sat in the car feeling both headache and discomfort when she saw Jonathan Kim's meaningful smile. The vehicle inched in the middle of a busy New York City street, the ride stretching out like a continuous nightmare. Christina sighed, looking out of the window. She knew she had embarked on an arduous journey in which Christina threatened herself.
Approaching the intersection next to Christina's Violet Villa, she felt incredibly grateful to the male assistant for his understanding of New York streets, so she could finally go home. Christina was triumphant in her heart when the car suddenly braked.
The male assistant turned to the back and informed both of them of the current situation: “The President and Ms. Christina sympathize. The car in front has a blown tire; the brakes are
