When Grace pushed open the door to the presidents office, she could only see the tall figure standing by the French. window that overlooked the skyline of Emerald City.
Grace suddenly found that the image in front of her was almost like a poster. He simply stood there as if he had the
entire Emerald City under his control.
However, it was true that he did have the ability to rule
Emerald City.
He looked so different from the fragile, lonely man she had
seen in the wee hours of the morning.
Jason, she said aloud.
He turned his head around and looked at her. A slight smile appeared on his lips. Youre here.
Yes, I brought you lunch. See if you like it. As she spoke, she
walked with familiarity to the coffee table and put down the
lunchboxes and fruits in her hand.
He came over, opened the lid of his lunchbox, and sat down
on the couch.
Grace only felt as if she had gone back to the days when she had lunch with him in the office every noon.
Is it good? she asked expectantly, not knowing whether the lunch she had chosen was to his taste.
Not bad, he answered.
Good. She breathed a sigh of relief.
By the way, dont you get headaches a lot these days? Why dont I make an appointment with a doctor for you to check out your headache? he asked suddenly.
With a sudden pause in the movements of her hand, she replied hastily, Its alright. Didnt I see a doctor before?
That doctor obviously didnt cure you well. Didnt you have a
headache again at the fair?
Grace immediately felt guilty. I I went to another doctor.
He stared at her. Did you?
Yes Yes. She lowered her head and continued to eat her
lunch.
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It was as though when he looked at her like this, her guilt grew
stronger.
Even if she did not look up, she could feel his eyes on her.
Dont you want me to find you a better doctor? he asked.
No thanks Not for the time being at least. Ive already made an appointment with the doctor to go back tomorrow and after that Uh, Ill see what happens, said Grace.
After tomorrow, Ill know whether Ive lost my memory and whether I was the little girl who encountered Brian.
Just after tomorrow Ill tell him all about it tomorrow when
its settled!
Sure. Lets wait till tomorrow. Jasons voice rang.
With her head bowed, Grace did not notice the flash of gloom on Jasons face.
When they finished their lunch, Grace put away the
lunchboxes. Then, she naturally picked up a paring knife and apple. She asked Jason, Do you want an apple? Ill cut one for
you.
Sure. His voice was slightly deeper than usual.
While Grace concentrated on peeling the apple, Jason looked
at the woman in front of him as she began to peel the apple
clumsily.
Rather, it was a little difficult for her fingers to grasp with
precision.