Military Staff House, the Heath residence.
Outside the house, the snow-capped white reflects the light, and the whole world was turned into a leaden gray.
The snow was still falling, and now and then it drifted down on the windows.
Otis sat on the couch with the heat in the house turned up to maximum.
Without realizing it, Otis sat for a long, long time.
The house is quiet, except for the occasional footsteps of patrols passing outside, nothing else can be heard.
He simply lit a cigar, and smoke. The recent events, as well as Joyce's stunningly beautiful and seductive face, together intertwined in front of his eyes. He suddenly felt an itchy heart, an unprecedented strong desire to come up.
The Heath residence... The real owner of the house in the future, would be Joyce.
More than ever, he wanted her.
In order for things to move smoothly, yesterday, he made a new move.
He met secretly with the president.
Opportunity is always in the hands of those who are prepared.
He imagined that one day, still here, he had Joyce in his arms, and outside the house were people who obeyed and admired him.
How pleasant it should be.
When a cigar is smoked out.
Eugene walked in.
Eugene carefully watched Otis's face, not daring to speak.
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