One hour later.
Presidential Mansion, inside Lillian Spencer's study room.
She was sitting on the sofa, on the tea table was the tea she had just brewed, steam rising, the room filled with the aroma of tea.
A guard knocked on the door, reported, received permission, and then allowed Linda to enter.
Linda stepped into the study room, seeing the faint hint of a smile at the corner of Lillian Spencer's mouth, her heart sank. She quickly came to stand before her, lowering her head, "Miss, I failed the mission, requesting punishment!"
"Linda, sit down."
Unexpectedly, Lillian Spencer was not angry, but gently told her to sit.
Linda did not dare move, standing in place, "I dare not."
"Sit." Lillian Spencer's voice carried a natural authority.
Linda no longer hesitated, sitting down on the sofa.
A cup of tea was moved to the tea table before her, "Try the tea I've brewed."
Linda, flattered, picked up the tea and took a sip, "Good tea."
