Scoop?

He thought he would have some kind of dream, but he didn't expect to fall asleep so soundly while holding Anita in his arms and smelling her familiar scent.

In the morning, he was woken up by Bruce's call. "President, aren't you coming to work today? If you don't come soon, we'll go on strike." As soon as the call went through, Bruce said quickly.

"Bruce, your voice is so loud that my ears hurt from listening to it," Owen said as he listened to Bruce and pulled the phone away a little.

"It's okay. Am I that loud?" Bruce said shyly as he listened to Owen.

"Yes, you're really loud. Why are you calling me at this hour?"

"After Miss Anita comes back, you don't even look at the time? It's almost nine." Bruce held his forehead helplessly on the other end of the phone.

Owen took the phone down to look at the time. It was indeed nine. "Okay, I understand. I'll go to the office now." Owen put the phone back to his ear and hung up.