A few minutes later, the pounding on the door woke me up from the slumped state I was in, making me groan in annoyance as I peeped through. It was Mr President, again, “What do you want?” I asked harshly through the small gap I created again with the hook to the hinges.
“Please, Ms Kuorus, we need to talk,” he begged, the worry in his eyes made me slightly worried as well, “Please, I swear I'll leave you alone afterwards, we just need to talk.”
“Can't it wait?” I quizzed, the pretense disgust showing on my face.
“Please,” he continued to beg, dashing pleading eyes plastered on me.
I sighed, unhooking the door from its hinges, leaving it open for him to come in, rushing to kick the pills away from the table. He shot me a quizzical glare and I gave a brief smile, gesturing for him to sit
