She pulls up in her jeep bringing the faint sound of music with her. She hops out in a white dress with a printed black grid, takes off her sunglasses and throws them in the passenger seat, same as last time.
The painter was let into the house and ushered around by the maid. The maid, Katherine, stalls for several minutes before taking Mísol to Pierce's office where she finds him sitting behind his desk and in front of a large circular window. His eyes are closed and she's convinced he's napping.
As she slowly approaches he can hear her heels against the walnut hardwood floor. She stands there with her hands clasped in front of her as Pierce continues to meditate in his leather chair.
"What were you doing?" She asks noticing that his eyes are lightly moving underneath his eyelids.
"Revising the cybersecurity in the White House. Vetting a few employees. A few members of the Kopan monastery and going to visit." She knew from his tone that he was serious. If she had to guess not many were aware he was pulling strings and with ease at that. Though it was time consuming, and he had been sitting at his desk with his eyes closed for several hours he didn't correct her assumption. He let her believe that he was capable of handling a task like this in a matter of minutes.
"That's extraordinary. Is there anything you can't do?"
"Well clearly I can't impress you."
"Ha-ha," but shortly her mocking laugh became an honest one. She points her thumb behind her. "Are we good to go or do you have to keep reviewing things?"
He quickly stands up and shrugs on the coat that was hanging from the back of the chair. "God, get me out of here." He answers jokingly.
She cuts him off, nearly putting her hand on his chest. She looks into his eyes for the umpteenth time. She apologizes again. "I really don't mean to stare." It was bewildering and perplexing and he was very understanding. Though it can be unnerving sometimes, now's not one of those times. Mísol isn't gawking to confirm the prosthetic. She's not staring dumbly. She was thoroughly impressed that he was able to match the inconsistent blue of his other eye. 'Keying code' is what he'd say. When it came to being tech-savvy she's limited, very, which leaves her amazed beyond words. And she hadn't even seen the port concealed at the base of his neck.
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