Back at the president's office, at Jones Estate.
Heinz Jones exuded an aura that kept strangers away from him, as if he had come from hell. His stern face was filled with a frightening deadliness.
Grace Smith stole a glance at him, and it was as if she was in the North Pole. She was instantly frozen by his icy demeanour.
She didn't know what happened had during Heinz's meet-up with Jensen. Heinz didn't even look at her when he came back, as if he had a great hatred for her.
She did not dare move, and could only lower her head.
For an hour, they both sat quietly in the president's office without uttering a word.
Even the air around them seemed to be filled with ice. Heinz did not even take a peek at her since he returned. Sitting on his large chair, Heinz picked up a cigarette and started smoking. He didn't say a word, completely ignoring Grace's existence.
Soon, it was lunch time.
Grace looked at her watch and thought, "He hasn't gone out yet. Doesn't he want to eat?"