"Please wait here, Doctor Athena. The president will call you in shortly."
"He's in another meeting?" Athena asked the beautiful middle-aged secretary, settling into one of the lush sofas, which she guessed was imported from Italy—the artistry was quite peculiar to the country; elegant, and simple at the same time.
"Yes, with the chief of staff and a few cabinet members…" The secretary replied with a soft smile, staring at Athena longer than necessary.
"Is there a problem, uhm…"
"Joan…" The secretary filled in, smiling more widely.
"Yeah, Joan. Is there a problem?" Athena asked, placing her crocodile leather black laptop bag on her thighs and resting her hands on it.
"Not at all, Doctor Athena. It's just that I'm a huge fan of yours. I can't believe I'm seeing you up close…"
