My Killing President

It never crossed his mind that Annabelle will actually take up the challenge, what more, so boldly. He was convinced that she would definitely chicken out…

Annabelle stared intently at his eyes and the two were standing closely. Mu can see a serenity and truthfulness in her eyes and he was robbed of words.

Seeing as Mu wouldn’t give a comeback, she continued, “Mission accomplished. I hope Mr. Mu will honour your words to drop all charges against Dorie!”

“I will. And we shall continue this discussion tomorrow in office!”

And he turned around and left.

Discuss in office tomorrow?

Her assignment was completed and he ought to honour his part of the deal, immediately at that. What are there to discuss?

By the time Annabelle shook off her confusion, Mu reappeared along with his ride.

His tinted window slid halfway, and his voice emitted from within.

“Get in!”

His bossy temperament did not go well with Annabelle. She replied impatiently, “For what?!”

“I am sending you home.”

…

She looked curiously at Mu’s side-face, looked up the sky, and

moon and there

How odd!

alright. I’ll get a cab.”

turned to look at her with a furrowed frown. And Annabelle did not bulge a muscle. The two just stared at each other with mixed feelings. Until finally, his car’s window slid back up and he drove

annoyed too and she took a

was already 1 o’clock when

feel her head

day and Annabelle was completely exhausted. She fell sound asleep the moment she entered the house and

The next morning.

*bzz bzz bzz*

vibrated. She dragged her hand around the couch to hunt for her phone,

“Yes…?”

strike a deal with Alistair?!” Out came

her mouth was dry and her body sore from sleeping with bad

Annabelle asked, still

all the charges!” Dorie replied, feeling a mixture of relief

least Alistair was a