Marcus threaded his car through a few streets before parking in a lot. "Cornelia, the sight we're heading to doesn't have parking. We gotta ditch the car here and hoof it for a bit."
"Alright." Cornelia stepped out of the car. A chill wind greeted her warmly. She instinctively pulled her down jacket tighter around her body.
Marcus said, "We just follow this avenue, and in about two or three hundred meters, we'll be at the museum. It's got these massive floor-to-ceiling windows, and you get a killer view from there."
Cornelia checked her watch. "President Hartley, it's almost eight in the evening. Don't museums usually close their doors by now?"
Marcus said nonchalantly, "Yeah, they usually do. But there are always exceptions."
Cornelia figured those exceptions were probably bought with money.
"Let's go." Marcus had long legs, each stride he took was like two of Cornelia's. Because the ground was slippery, he slowed his pace and deliberately stayed a half-step behind Cornelia, just in case she slipped.
Cornelia didn't catch on to Marcus' intention. She just strolled along, taking in the view.
Everywhere Cornelia looked, tourists from all over the world were busy capturing memories.
Cornelia wanted to stop and take some pictures for her grandma, Zack, and Abigail. But seeing that Marcus didn't seem to be stopping, she dropped the idea.
Even though Marcus said he was taking her out to see the sights, she knew better as his assistant. She couldn't just take his words at face value. She had to try and figure out his real intentions.
While Cornelia was mentally lamenting the missed photo ops, she heard Marcus' voice again. "Cornelia, do you want to take some pictures?"
Cornelia did want to, but she felt a bit bashful. "Wouldn't that slow you down?"
Marcus replied, "Our goal tonight is to take in the snowy view. There's no such thing as wasting time."
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