After meeting with the President, Michael breathed a sigh of relief. At last, it was done. He wouldn't have to bother with the pesky CIA anymore.
As he was walking out of the conference room, one of the staffers of the United States President approached him.
"Mr. Reyes," the staffer said politely, "President Greene would like to invite you to have dinner with him before you leave for the Philippines. It's a gesture of goodwill and a chance to discuss any last-minute thoughts or questions you might have."
Michael considered the offer for a moment. "Dinner sounds good. Where will it be held?"
"We have a private dining room prepared here in the compound," the staffer replied. "If you'll follow me, I'll take you there."
Michael nodded, signaling to David that everything was fine. "Alright, lead the way."