Arc 3, Chapter 156 — Interest
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Glandol swallowed his saliva hard. He understood. "You–.... What do you want?"
"Smart man." Henry mused. "I presume this is why you are the shepherd, leading your flock. As president, you can see through my meaning faster than your little dumdum's over there."
Mid-talk, Henry snapped his fingers and Claudina swiped away all dishes to the ground except for Henry's tea cup and saucer.
~Crash!
The porcelain pieces shattered upon impact, adding to the roaring bellows from the ghouls all around them.
Placing her black briefcase on the table, she pushed her glasses in and unzipped the briefcase, displaying a set of well positioned documents.
In the end, what did their Department do?—Maintain Diplomatic Relations.
"Sit." for the first time, they heard her voice, a laissez-faire voice laced with authority.
So what if you're a president? So what if you're top dogs in politics? She wasn't asking, but telling them to do as she commanded.
