Charles Mcintosh curved his lips, a hint of self-mockery at the corners of his mouth.
The car gradually approached the city center, not far from the Cheney Family building.
The downpour had started not long ago, and a layer of water had already accumulated on the street. Everywhere was shrouded in a white haze, and pedestrians, clutching their umbrellas, trembled in the wind.
This year, too, was a harsh winter.
The Cheney Family building stood gloriously in a prime location, having long become one of Landon's landmarks.
Today's heavy rain made the whole building vanish into a white mist, adding a sense of cold severity and majesty that wasn't there on normal days.
Charles Mcintosh drove into the Cheney's underground parking lot and walked alone to the president's office.
As the elevator stopped, just then, Joan Harry came over, holding a stack of documents.
