"Looks like … I'm done with my work for the day?"
After the President signed the last document, he twisted the pen and placed it on the table.
He tilted his head and looked at his adjutant. The latter nodded. "Yes, Mr. President. Today's work is done."
The President asked again, "So, I don't have any other social engagements tonight?"
"No, you can arrange the rest of the time!"
The President smiled a lot more. When he was the Vice President, he felt very bored because he could not intervene in anything.
In name, the Federation's system was for three parties to send out candidates to participate in the election. They could give up or have more than one candidate.
The final winner would be the President of the Federation. The first candidate from the other party would be the Vice President.
The Vice President's job was to supervise some of the President's executive orders and provide some reference for some policies. In short, from the written description, it was an important job.
But in reality, it was not!
It was just a decoration, a position established to prove that "the Federation was a fair, just, and free country." Any normal person would understand if they thought about it.
Arranging for an adjutant to supervise his boss?
How could it be so messy?
So, the President was very bored at that time. He always felt that if he became the President, he would do very well.
When he really became the President, the situation became … a little less good.
His busy work gave him very little opportunity to arrange his own time. Every day, he worked non-stop, met with various people, and held different meetings in various rooms!
Fortunately, he had some time to himself tonight.
"Arrange it. I need to relax. Don't alert too many people. Send me back to the manor …"
Soon, the President's motorcade left the presidential palace. Some reporters took these photos, but they were of little value and significance.
The weather was good today. There was a lot of traffic on the streets. When they left the city, they encountered a traffic jam.
While sitting in the car, the President suddenly asked his adjutant a question he did not expect. "I heard that in the early days of Najalil, when government officials and nobles went out, the police would use batons to chase away the civilians who blocked the road?"
This question was very abrupt. It was probably because they were in a traffic jam that such a question was asked.
But to the adjutant, whether it was intentional or not, he had to answer seriously.
"Yes, Mr. President, Najalil is not as developed as the Federation."
"The streets are almost filled with pedestrians. Only the local ruling class and the privileged can afford to buy and use cars."
"When they travel, they will face a street full of pedestrians. If there is no one to maintain traffic order, the speed of the car will be slower than walking!"
He used the phrase "maintaining traffic order" to cover up the atrocities of the local ruling class, which was a common and appropriate affix.
When it came to external issues, the Federation always had the attitude of "I don't want to offend anyone", even if it was Najalil.
The adjutant's attitude was very cautious. He then added, "This method is very barbaric. The situation over there is much better now."
"As far as I know, the people and cars have been separated. There won't be such barbaric behavior anymore."
The President nodded. "This is our role, to help them move from barbarism to civilization …"
As he spoke, the car started moving again. The President shut his mouth, not interested in saying anything more.
After seven o 'clock in the evening, they returned to the manor. Kris came early.
She and the President enjoyed dinner together. Due to various reasons, no one would reveal anything that happened here, and it would rot in many people's hearts.
"You don't seem to be in a good mood. Is something the matter?"
The President handled the knife and fork elegantly. "If you have something else, we can postpone the date to another time."
Kris came back to her senses. At first, she was a little confused, then she shook her head. "No, nothing. I'm thinking about something."
The President did not pursue the matter. The two of them quietly enjoyed a simple but luxurious dinner.
After dinner, the President changed into a set of clothes suitable for exercise. It was very loose. He was very old and was not suitable for the kind of exercise clothes that tightly bound his body. Kris also changed into a set of exercise clothes, which were commonly seen in gyms.
When the President saw her in the underground bowling room, his eyes lit up.
A certain human behavior expert in the Federation had once said that everyone had different sexual preferences. Most people's special preferences were often related to their hobbies, occupations, and the things that they came into contact with the most.
The President did not have many hobbies. He did not like to play golf. That kind of sport was slightly more high-profile.
Tens of thousands of clubs would easily separate him from the people. He was a low-key person, and his family had always been a low-key family.
What could be cheaper and closer to the people than bowling that could be happy for a period of time for a few dollars?
From the beginning, he knew that Kris had approached him for a reason, but he felt that … He was not someone who was so easily swayed. However, there were always exceptions. There were always things that could not be rejected, such as touching on his special hobby.
There were only two people in the quiet underground sports space. The President was very gentlemanly. "Madam, please …"
Chrissy calmly picked up a ball and threw it out …
Bowling was actually a sport that required skill and physical strength. Some people might think that it did not require any physical strength because it was not fast. This idea was wrong in itself.
The two of them alternated throwing. The President liked the feeling of knocking down all the pins with one ball. Seeing those pins fall to the ground, he felt a sense of satisfaction.
This sense of satisfaction was stronger than the satisfaction he got from signing those documents, because these were things that he could control himself. From picking up the ball to throwing it, he could clearly "see" his own results.
Those documents were not good.
Although he also needed to sign the final confirmation, most of the time he did not have much understanding of what was behind those documents, which would make him a little uneasy.
When one was old, a sense of security was especially important. It was easy for him to immerse himself in this sport.
Until …
"I'm a little hot."
As Kris said this, she took off her shirt, but she was still wearing shorts and stockings. She continued to exercise as if she had done nothing.
Her attraction to the President began to gradually exceed the attraction of bowling itself to the President …
Exercise, always hot, and also tired.
When you are tired, you must rest.
During the half-time interval, the President was lying on the recliner. He stroked Kris's hair and narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was enjoying it very much.
"What do you want to say to me during dinner? What is it?"
The hesitant Kris looked up at him, which made the president feel an inexplicable sense of guilt, but he liked the feeling of guilt.
"My husband is in some trouble …"
He lowered his head and looked at Kris. "What kind of trouble is your husband in?"
She did not answer immediately. After a while, she said softly, "The Ministry of Justice is going to replace him."
The President looked a little surprised and asked, "Did he do something wrong?"
For example, those who could get close to the President, regardless of whether they were men or women, old or young, would be investigated by the Security Council and other security departments. Only after confirming that they would not pose a danger to the President could they be allowed to get close to him.
Therefore, the President was very clear about Kris's family situation and how she helped her husband become a state justice.
In fact, the President did not care much about the relationship between himself and this woman.
The other party happened to find his special sexual preference and satisfied some of his desires. This was essentially a transaction, and he could also give some appropriate reciprocation.
Kris nodded. "Some people think that the results of his trials are controversial, and … there are only two or three cases. Maybe it's because he's a Conservative, so …"
The President's hand gently pressed on her head, making her unable to finish her sentence.
"You can do anything in the Federation, but you can't take the initiative to provoke opposition between parties. You will offend a lot of people!"
"He's a Conservative. It's not good for me to interfere in these matters directly, but if he doesn't mind, he can work in the Ministry of Justice."
"When the opportunity arises, he may be transferred to an important position …"
At this moment, he suddenly took a deep breath, and some of the veins on the back of his hand bulged. It was as if he had a sudden burst of emotion, but he quickly calmed down.
Then he took Kris's hand and walked to the side of the fairway. "Come, let's continue to play the game that we haven't finished yet!"
The next morning, Lynch took the initiative to visit Mr. Trumann.
Recently, because of Guevra's interference, the three-party talks had been going smoothly.
The Guevara People were willing to suffer a little loss to quell the spread of the war between the Federation and Peng Jieao. This gave both sides enough dignity and a way out.
In the first place, they wouldn't have continued fighting. Now that there were benefits, why not negotiate?
As the person in charge of this work, Mr. Trumann was actually very busy. He took ten minutes to meet with Lynch.
As soon as they met, Lynch told him some of the information he had in his hands.
"Kris's husband may be removed by the Ministry of Justice. She is a very resourceful woman, and the President is one of her choices."
In one sentence, he explained the relationship and the reasons. Mr. Trumann frowned. "What do you think?"
Instinctively, he wanted to help the President clean up this line. Once this kind of thing was exposed, it would be a big problem.
Moreover, he was also very curious about how this woman moved the President. After all, the President was already in his sixties or seventies. It was not easy to move a man of his age sexually.
However, he still asked Lynch. Lynch could always find a way to do something different. He just asked subconsciously.
Lynch gave him an answer he didn't expect!
"We shouldn't interfere. We should help the President deal with the aftermath …"