Ning got curious upon hearing the seriousness in Blake's voice. "What's going on? Am I in trouble?"
"Maybe," Blake said. "Or maybe you just got handed an opportunity of a lifetime. Honestly, it's impossible to tell what it is just now."
Ning chuckled. "Come on. Spill it already. What is it?"
Blake took a deep breath on the other side. "The president wants to meet you."
"Okay, I will meet him tomorrow at the office before my—"
"Sorry, I misspoke," Blake said. "I mean to say, the President wants to meet you." He put such an emphasis on the word that Ning could only take a step back and think on what that could mean.
A moment later, his heart skipped a beat as realization dawned on him.
"Helen Morstell wants to meet me?" he asked.
It was a while before Blake replied. "Yes."
Ning's eyes widened in surprise as his mind caught up to the fact that the president of the entire country was asking to meet him. He could not refuse, surely. But what reason could she have to meet him?
