Hannah’s eyes smiled along with her lips, her voice dipping in tone to a velvety lilt, all while she kept her nose pinched. "Can you guess who this is?"
There, on the other end, Arnold Simmons put down the docunts he was reading, rubbed the bridge of his nose and smiled. "Hannah."
Seeing that her identity was accurately guessed, Hannah felt a bit disappointed, but excitent was the prevailing emotion. "Mr. Simmons, you haven’t forgotten about then?"
"Mhmm," Arnold nodded, "I have not found anyone more attractive than you yet, so no, I haven’t forgotten."
Hannah pouted, "Are you complinting ?"
Arnold got up and walked over to the window. His assistant, on cue, made a swift exit from the office.
In his heart, he guessed it was to do with that phone call. Although he couldn’t see her, he could faintly hear a voice.
It was soft, as if it was made of cotton candy, which was enough to lt any man’s heart, especially one who had been single for years.
Indeed, it would take a unique woman to captivate President Simmons.
Hearing the tender complaints from the voice on the phone managed to alleviate at least so of the heaviness that had been weighing on Arnold’s heart these past days.
Indeed, he missed her.
"Mr. Simmons, I told you - as soon as the show airs, more and more people are bound to like . After all, I’m so gorgeous. Didn’t I tell you it would be worthwhile? When I reign supre in the entertainnt industry, everyone will envy you for your good fortune. They’ll all complint you on your luck for having such a beautiful woman by your side. Don’t you think?"
The skyscrapers lurking in the man’s sight through the window seed to add a harsh undertone to his gaze. Yet, mixed in was a sense of amusent and fondness, which softened his voice, "Mm, everything you said is right."
Hannah was elated, her voice oozed with pride, "Of course. By the way, Mr. Simmons, did you rember to vote for ?"
She leaned on the windowsill, toying with a lock of hair that had fallen onto her shoulder. She tilted her head as she watched the figure disappear around the corner below.
Her tone stayed the sa, a sweet smile dancing on her lips. Her eyes sparkled, full of life.
The line fell silent for a mont.
sensing his hesitation, Hannah let go of her hair, her voice took on an accusing tone, "Mr. Simmons, you forgot, didn’t you."
"I... "
"You did forget, don’t make excuses." Her voice wavered, as if on the brink of tears, "You promised you would vote for . People really can’t keep their word. Did you even watch my performance?"
Completing her complaints, she emphasized, "I’m really upset."
Hearing this, Arnold resigned. He sighed lightly, "Sorry, I forgot. But, I did watch your performance. It was really good."
Hannah was half-skeptical, half-relieved, "You really watched it?"
"Mm."
"Ok, so then who do you think is more talented, or Tiffany Lynch?" She asked, her voice as soft as a kitten’s purr, yet her tone was serious.
On the other end of the line, Arnold pondered seriously for a mont before asking, "Who is Tiffany Lynch?"
Why doesn’t he have any mory of her?
Is she a man or woman?
Hannah froze for a mont before she burst into laughter, even shedding a few tears. She casually wiped them away, then proceeded to explain their initial stage competition rules to Arnold.
This decisive man, who could maintain his composure in the face of multi-billion-dollar contracts, was showing a puzzled expression for the first ti. Finally, he murmured softly, "You’re the best."
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