Could anything be more serious than the President's Wife being bullied?
Hope Williams had just returned home and before she could catch her breath, she received a call from Waylon Lewis. Looking at the phone, she smiled faintly.
He must have just finished his work.
Hope immediately answered, "Hello?"
"Where are you?"
A chill traveled through the phone. Hope, with her keen senses, hesitated for a moment before replying, "At home."
"At home? Since when did you learn to lie?" His tone was not as gentle as usual, carrying a hint of anger and more than a little accusation.
His icy tone left Hope somewhat at a loss.
"What's wrong with you?"
A stretch of silence ensued.
The two of them, quiet and still, could feel each other's intense presence through the phones.
Waylon gritted his teeth, "Hope, I don't like it when you lie to me."
Hope pursed her lips, looked down at the sleek, cold marble floor, and began, "I am indeed at home, just at my own home."
"What does that mean?"