C291 You're Kidding?

Arriving at the familiar building, he familiarly stopped in front of the President's office on the 60th floor.

Looking at the dark wooden door she used to come in and out of, she pinched the bag with the Divorce Agreement slung over her shoulder, took a deep breath, and let it out.

He reached out his hand, knocked on the door three times, then pushed it open and walked in