A rather treacherous ride it was if I must say so myself. I couldn't speak or physically be comfortable, he wasn't breathing down my neck or disturbing me in any way but his mere presence was an enjoyable nuisance to me.
Surprisingly enough, the same Shawn that had mentioned leaving Malta, the same Shawn that Mr President had claimed was in the same hotel as us, was nowhere to be found.
The Shawn I knew was known to never miss a single meeting no matter what it was about, unless he simply wasn't in the country where the meeting was being held.
As Mr President and I waltzed into the office together, as that was rather unavoidable since we were departing from the same car, all eyes at the large reception were fixated on us, a few recognizable women fuming red with anger.
What was so spec
