134. A Fan

It's almost late at night. Jon sat in his office chair, staring at his laptop screen, waiting for the video calling app he was using to connect to someone, who would talk to him.

As soon as he saw the icon indicating the call was connected, Jon straightened up. It wasn't long before someone's face appeared on the laptop screen.

"Sorry I'm late. I have so much to do." The president of this country spoke with a tired face. He took off his coat and tie.

"No problem, sir. It's me who should apologize. I'm the one asking you to talk to me face to face this late."

The president slightly massaged the point between his eyebrows. "Let's get straight to it, okay? What do you want to talk about, Jon?"