Trevor flashed a puzzled look at Izaak. “Why are you going to the City of Prago?”
Izaak curved the corner of his resolute lips. “What exactly are you doing in my company, Cortes? Do you just lounge around?” he hissed. “Governor Truss will fly to Prago for a meeting next week. I need to meet him. Why are you so uninformed? I ought to just kick you out of my company, you useless punk.”
Trevor grinned and arrogantly said, “I’m too good of an asset for you to let go, Mr. President. What would happen to your strategic planning department without me?”
Izaak hissed and ignored Trevor’s cheeky remark. Then, Trevor suddenly became quiet, as if he just realized something.
“Hold on,” he said with a creased forehead. “Your mom already knows that Gabby wants a divorce. If you leave, only
