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[IRIS'S POV]
Absentmindedly, I made my way back towards the president’s office after retrieving the files from Mr. Scott. I couldn’t stop thinking of the poor man who had sobbed in front of me. My mother once told me that only in desperate circumstances do men cry. I wondered how his family would take the news. Shaking my head, I realized I had to figure out how I was even to go about bringing this matter up to the president.
“Damn Iris! What were you thinking? You could have just offered him some money instead! You really think it’s going to be that easy to ask the nation’s leader for a favor? Oh, not to mention that it’s your first fucking day, you idiot!”
As I continued to curse myself, I pushed the heavy oak door open and stepped inside. My hazel eyes found the domineering man still at his desk. He looked like he was in deep thought as the tip of his index finger tapped his chin. I had to mentally shake myself to finally be able to pull my eyes away from him. Undisturbed by my presence, he kept his eyes on the computer monitor. I really could admire a man who was serious about his work. Being as young as he was, I am sure that he had to be extremely calculative to be the nation's leader while also handling his own companies. I was so lost in my observations; I didn't even notice when he shifted his gaze to me.
Arching his eyebrows, he called, “Miss Young?”
I snapped my head down to look at the floor and I could feel my cheeks burning hot. It took a minute, but I regained my composure. Then taking large steps, I stopped in front of his desk and, with a thud, put the files down.