The Vice President stared at him, "You want to know?"
The President nodded, "If you're willing to talk."
In his eyes, the expression and look of the person who had worked with him for years were constantly changing, struggling, hesitating, being unsure, slightly uneasy, a bit regretful, yet somewhat ruthless.
Eventually, it turned into calmness.
"It's actually quite complicated, hard to explain in a short time. How about we grab a drink tonight?"
"Talk while we drink."
The President glanced at his schedule, nodded, "Sure, your place or mine?"
Such private matters definitely couldn't be discussed in bars or clubs, too noisy and might get leaked, they needed a more private place.
Both the President and the Vice President had extra residences in the city, sometimes when working late and not wanting to go back, they would stay at the apartments near the company.
