Marcus was the driver again, with Cornelia riding shotgun. He didn't say where they were going but Cornelia had to ask, "President Hartley, are we dealing with the aftermath of the bomb attack?"
"Hmm." Marcus nodded, driving attentively, and navigating Cornelia through street after street.
He was focused on driving and didn't speak. Cornelia didn't know what to say to him, so she just looked out the window at the falling snow.
The snow had been falling heavily for a couple of hours. The trees and roofs along the streets were all covered in a thick layer of snow, making the city look like a fairytale castle. It was dreamy.
"Do you like snow?" Marcus suddenly asked, his voice low and intoxicating like fine wine.
Cornelia nodded softly, "I do."
Even though she was aware of their relationship, sometimes she couldn't help but be drawn in by his charming voice. She wished her husband Jeremy had a voice like that, it would be perfect.
Just then, Marcus' phone rang. His car's Bluetooth was connected to his phone, so Cornelia could clearly hear what the other person was saying, "President Hartley, we've taken care of things here. The report will be sent to you shortly, no need for you and Ms. Stewart to make this trip."
The voice was unfamiliar to Cornelia. None of her recent colleagues in Paris had that voice, but she didn't pay much attention to it.
"Got it." Marcus replied and hung up, then turned to Cornelia, "They've sorted it out. It seems like our trip was for nothing."
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