Eve let out a gasp before quickly turning around. She used her bag to cover the side of her face, then she ran off in the opposite direction. 

After walking around the huge skyscraper, she finally located the Cafe and her heartbeat eased down. 

"You are late, Mira. What took you so long?" One of the middle-aged men at Amanda's office approached her. 

The whole cafe was vacant. Only a handful of employees were present. They were not even more than twenty. 

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Clinton." She smiled and wore her bag properly. "I had to squeeze out of the president's tight schedule. You know what a workaholic he...