Mr. Lowell couldn’t help but sneer at Naomi’s guess. He wanted to admit that Nathaniel’s mother was so fun to talk to. But that was not what he was contemplating about. It is about the fact that Naomi sounded like she knew President Martin for a long time now.
“Do you know that old geezer?” Mr Lowell asked to ease his growing curiosity.
“Ah, yes. We probably knew each other. Through paper’s that is.” Naomi stood up and grabbed her bag from the corner and took out a folded envelope before laying the papers inside it on the table between them.
It was a biography and schedules and list of people, then something that looked like a dialogue script. Mr. Lowell immediately knew what those were. Written in the papers were President Martin’s biodata and the schedules for the entire month and the
