My Killing President

Mr. He’s smile widened from ear to ear, showing his cigarette-tarred teeth, he was pleased with her attitude. He gently tapped on the empty seat right next to him and signaled her over.

“Sit.”

Annabelle silently drew a breath and steeled her mind. She sat down in poise.

Mr. He leered greedily at Annabelle, and turned his gaze towards San. San immediately picked up his intention, bowed and left the room.

Their gesture was transparent to Annabelle. When the room was left with the two alone, Annabelle felt an air of nervousness. She uncomfortably shifted her limbs and crossed her legs.

After all, she was there alone with none other than the notorious Mr. He!

She tried her best to be calm and collected. With an indifferent tone, she initiated, “Mr. He, regarding the contract, our company…”

name?” Mr. He abruptly interrupted, completing ignoring her attempt to

was startled, but she comely

looked musingly at Annabelle, sucked on his lips and said, “What a nice name, I

smiled back politely and resumed her sentence,

know? You resemble someone I know…” Annabelle was again, interrupted. Since there was no chance for her to voice out,

by fleshy pouches. His serious stare made Annabelle withdrew instinctively. She looked back with her

I loved dearly. She was my first love… If it wasn’t for your age, I would’ve mistaken you for her!” Mr. He said full

bit. She merely saw it

a cheezy line… He must be ignorant with TV

that his disreputable

know-how was

solutions. She gave a shot to curve a smile and said, “I think Mr. He is a