09-26-2018, 01:39 AM
September 6th, 2018
National Assembly Building, Laeralsford
Some people experienced a 'runner's high' where after a period of immense effort, they became euphoric. Tanvi Misra experienced much the same thing, usually after being applauded for her efforts. She had experienced this probably about two dozen times in her life- the first after she was elected Prime Minister of her school's Student Government in high school, and most recently at the Progressive National Convention over the summer, where she was nominated as the party candidate for president. She felt that euphoria now. She had just received a standing ovation from the Assembly of Commons, having announced to the assembled Representatives and to the Laeralian people that the Haven Accords had been signed, peace had been declared, and that "our brave men and women will soon be coming home". She swept into the Prime Minister's office. Nathalie, her administrative assistant, was there, waiting for her.
"Ma'am? Congratulations on your speech. You have a meeting with the corporate donors to your presidential campaign fund at 4 today, and then you're meeting Governor Zhou at 8."
"It's too damn fine of a day for that," Misra said. "Clear my schedule?"
"Ma'am?"
"Clear my schedule. I will go to the airport. The first soldiers are coming back from Lauchenoiria today at 4:00, correct?"
"That's correct, ma'am," Nathalie said. she knew better than to argue with her boss. "Do you want me to let the press know about this?"
"Don't tell them. I want to give them a surprise. Maybe that will make the straighten up," Misra said. "I want to see the soldiers returning. Is that too much to ask?"
"No, ma'am," Nathalie said. "I'll make sure it happens."
"Good for you," the Prime Minister said. She eased into a chair and closed her eyes, humming a gentle tune to herself. Nathalie gave her some peace. Her boss, the next president of Laeral, deserved some.
National Assembly Building, Laeralsford
Some people experienced a 'runner's high' where after a period of immense effort, they became euphoric. Tanvi Misra experienced much the same thing, usually after being applauded for her efforts. She had experienced this probably about two dozen times in her life- the first after she was elected Prime Minister of her school's Student Government in high school, and most recently at the Progressive National Convention over the summer, where she was nominated as the party candidate for president. She felt that euphoria now. She had just received a standing ovation from the Assembly of Commons, having announced to the assembled Representatives and to the Laeralian people that the Haven Accords had been signed, peace had been declared, and that "our brave men and women will soon be coming home". She swept into the Prime Minister's office. Nathalie, her administrative assistant, was there, waiting for her.
"Ma'am? Congratulations on your speech. You have a meeting with the corporate donors to your presidential campaign fund at 4 today, and then you're meeting Governor Zhou at 8."
"It's too damn fine of a day for that," Misra said. "Clear my schedule?"
"Ma'am?"
"Clear my schedule. I will go to the airport. The first soldiers are coming back from Lauchenoiria today at 4:00, correct?"
"That's correct, ma'am," Nathalie said. she knew better than to argue with her boss. "Do you want me to let the press know about this?"
"Don't tell them. I want to give them a surprise. Maybe that will make the straighten up," Misra said. "I want to see the soldiers returning. Is that too much to ask?"
"No, ma'am," Nathalie said. "I'll make sure it happens."
"Good for you," the Prime Minister said. She eased into a chair and closed her eyes, humming a gentle tune to herself. Nathalie gave her some peace. Her boss, the next president of Laeral, deserved some.