“Get some real rest. At this point even the White House should be satisfied, so there won’t be any calls over the weekend.”
“Thanks, Lukas. For bringing me home.”
“You don’t know when to stop. Why are you foolishly taking all of that on?”
“Haha. I did vanish without a word, didn’t I? Imagine how anxious people must’ve been. Luke, you go rest too.”
Right then, the elevator arrived.
Timothy smiled and saw Lukas off. When he leaned back, a heat-laden breath burst out of him.
‘Maybe I should’ve refused a few…?’
Having been absent for over a month, Timothy was someone the government wanted to hear every last detail from. It was also something he’d already coordinated with the Korean rankers, so he shared the information without fuss.
Two days of being summoned, shut in, and doing nothing but write reports.
Perhaps thanks to his smooth cooperation, the President—cheered up—personally poured him a drink at dinner, welcoming the safe return of a national hero.
That he couldn’t refuse until the glasses passed his limit was, as Lukas said, just his…