After work, the employees at 99 D.C. Street soon left. Soon, the entire building was quiet.
Linda knocked on the door of the President's office right on time and saw Jason's hand still typing rapidly on the computer keyboard. He was supposed to be still working.
She had to sit next to him on the small couch and wait for him.
It was only when she sat down that she saw that a small thermos identical to the one she had at noon had been placed on the coffee table.
"It's still yours."
Jason's voice came from over the desk, "Macy just brought it over. You drink it for me."
Again?
This time, however, Linda didn't have the slightest idea of refusing him.
After all, who could say no to such delicious chicken soup?
"Okay, I'll drink it!"
She licked her lips and held the can in her hand and
