Arlo Seys pondered for a moment, his gaze sweeping over several documents on the desk, and instructed Callan Walkers, "Bring Ariel in."
"Sure thing, President Seys!" The president personally disciplining the future first lady—he was more than happy to oblige! Besides, if Miss Morris really got upset, the worst-case scenario would be President Seys kneeling on a washboard.
No, no, that's not right. President Seys, with his noble and elegant—or rather, cunning wolf in sheep's clothing nature, even if Miss Morris got angry, he could easily handle that little white rabbit with some wall-pin or bed-pin action.
Callan went out to call Ariel Morris in, and Ariel pushed the door open and entered.
"Arlo, what's up?"
Arlo Seys looked at Ariel Morris, his eyes unblinking.
