On this day, a guest arrived at the airport.
The visitor was none other than Harry. As the company's lobbyist in Washington, he was not only competent but had also gone above and beyond, providing Pierre with a great deal of assistance. He even helped the company recruit many talented individuals, and it was only after the headhunting firm was established that his workload eased a bit.
"Pierre, you didn't ask me here just to see your plane, did you?"
Harry asked directly.
"Of course not. Come on, let's talk inside."
After inviting Harry into the house, Pierre walked over to the liquor cabinet and asked,
"What would you like to drink?"
"Whiskey, on the rocks."
Pouring two glasses of whiskey, Pierre took a sip and asked,
"Do you know Dewey?"
"Dewey?"
Harry, who hadn't even had time to set down his glass, paused mid-air in surprise.
"Pierre, you're not thinking of donating to him, are you? Dewey can't win the election."
