As Lorenz finished his oath, the judge faced the crowd with a formal nod. "Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the new president of Parkland, Penn Lorenz!"The response was mixed. Some attendees immediately stood up, clapping and cheering loudly. Others remained seated, their faces tight with disapproval, murmuring among themselves and hissing in discontent. Lorenz noticed the divided reaction but simply smiled and shook his head slightly, looking unbotheredAbove the auditorium, fighter jets soared across the sky, flying in tight, precise formations. Their display was followed by bursts of fireworks that lit up the sky, adding a festive note to the formal proceedings inside.Back in the hall, the judge draped a ceremonial sash across Lorenz's shoulders and respectfully bowed his head. "Mr. President, you may now address your people."Stepping up to the microphone with confidence, Lorenz waited as the mic echoed briefly before settling. He looked over the crowd, his expression one
Victor rose from his seat, stretching his hand towards Lorenz in a gesture of congratulations. Lorenz, surprised by Victor's boldness, accepted the handshake, his expression filled with astonishment."Congratulations, Mr. President," Victor began, his voice steady. "Your victory was hard-earned, and the people of Ardolia are so happy and we all congratulate you."As Victor returned to his seat, Lorenz's gaze remained fixed on them. He remained silent, looking at them with disdainAfter a tense moment, Lorenz finally spoke, his voice cutting through the silence. "I didn't ask for your congratulations, nor do I need them. To hell with you and your Ardolia."Victor and Alex exchanged uneasy glances, realizing their lies had been revealed. Lorenz's words cut through the air like a knife, revealing he was aware of their deception all this while."Oh, you thought I didn't know," Lorenz continued, his tone dripping with contempt. "But I knew all along. I played along with your game, waiting
Two soldiers walking down the hallway saw Lorenz running out of his room in just his underwear. "Mr. President, is anything the problem?" they called out, running to him to help cover him. Lorenz hid behind them, pointing towards his room. "Mr. President, are you okay?" the soldiers asked again, glancing at each other with concern."There's... there's something in there," Lorenz stammered, pointing at his room and fidgeting behind the soldiers.The soldiers rushed into his room, guns ready. Lorenz followed them, pointing at the mirror. "There's something in the mirror," he insisted. The soldiers, looking disappointed, found nothing but the running water from the tap, which they turned off. They turned to Lorenz, who was still standing behind them. "Mr. President, there's nothing there," they reassured him."Mr. President, I think you need some rest. The whole election stress is weighing you down," they suggested as they helped him sit down on the bed. Lorenz put one hand against his
All eyes were fixed on Lorenz,as his hesitation was taking too long, as he clutched the pen. Fischer's voice cut through the tension, asking, "Mr. Lorenz, are you okay?"Lorenz remained silent, his forehead beaded with sweat as he tossed the pen and the bill aside. Standing abruptly, he wiped his brow with a scarf and stormed out of the room.Fischer called after him, his frustration evident. "Hey Lorenz, is it because your country is secure that you behave this way? Don't worry, you can act however you want. You'll face the consequences."Lorenz glanced back at Fischer, unmoved by his words, and continued on his way with his entourage coming behind.Lorenz returned to the presidential villa, followed by his security agents. Exhausted and overwhelmed, he entered his room and pleaded with them to leave him alone for a while. They respectfully bowed and closed the door behind them, leaving Lorenz to himself.Lorenz walked up to the door and locked it, seeking privacy. He sank to the flo
Royce stood by the roadside, thinking hard about his next move. He suddenly had a bright idea:he could try to get a job at the presidential villa! But he began to doubt. How would someone like him land a job in such a place? Was there even an opening?Shaking off his doubt, he waved down a passing taxi. "Can you take me to Cedar Lane, please?" he asked the driver once he was inside.As the taxi drove through the streets, Royce feared within. He was on his way to see an old friend, Dan, who might be able to help. Dan's father worked at the presidential villa, which gave Royce a glimpse of hope.Reaching his destination, Royce paid the taxi driver and got out. He walked quickly, his heart pounding nervously. The street was eerily quiet, with only the whispering breeze breaking the silence. Royce couldn't believe how deserted everything seemed; it was nothing like the Parkland he remembered. He arrived in front of a dilapidated house, typical of those found in poorer areas—its paint wa
Royce returned to the police station and went straight to the officer he had met the other day.Pulling some coins from his pocket, he gestured for the officer to let him see Dan again. Without wasting time, the officer took the coins, glanced around to ensure no one was watching, and then tucked the coins into his pocket.The officer secretly led Royce to Dan's cell. "Hey, step out," the officer commanded, but Dan didn't respond. "I said come out!" the officer repeated, his voice more forceful. When Dan still didn't move, the officer went in and dragged him out, snapping handcuffs onto his wrists behind his back.He pushed Dan to sit in front of Royce, who was already seated in a chair. Dan glared at Royce, his breath coming in angry bursts."What do you want this time?" Dan spat out, his voice laced with bitterness. "Glad to see you here again," he added, gritting his teeth.Royce began calmly, "See Dan, I'm here to help you. I'm here to bail you out of here. Just give me the chance
Lorenz's car pulled up in front of the conference hall. He quickly got out, surrounded by his team, and walked toward the entrance. Some security agents were already there, and Lorenz gave them a casual wave as he passed.Inside, the atmosphere changed. As soon as the delegates noticed Lorenz entering, they all stood up and bowed in respect. Mr. Thompson, who seemed very pleased to see him, stepped forward with a handshake."Welcome, Mr. President. We are glad to have you with us today," Mr. Thompson said, smiling warmly."Thank you, it's my pleasure to be here," Lorenz replied, returning the smile as he sat down.Mr. Thompson faced the room, still smiling. "Once again, we're honoured to have Mr. President here. He called me with a proposal that I believe is brilliant, something that will not only help us grow but also strengthen our relationship with the people of Mawuta."Turning back to Lorenz, Mr. Thompson bowed slightly. "Over to you, Mr. President."Lorenz leaned back in his cha
"Mr. Royce, you are next in line," the female messenger called out to Royce, who was sitting outside, waiting to be called in.Royce stood up and walked into the room. It wasn't very big, but it was beautiful and cool. The air felt fresh, and the room's beauty was captivating; it was the kind of place no one would want to leave once they entered.However, the sight of the interview panel before him scared him to his bones. He swallowed hard and walked gently to the vacant seat where he was to be interviewed. He sat down carefully, glancing nervously at the panel.Mrs. Veronica Rodriguez, a middle-aged woman in her 50s, was heading the interview panel. She began, "Mr. Royce Evans, glad to have you here today. We love the smile on your face, and we hope it continues like that till the end of this interview."Royce smiled, trying to relax as Veronica smiled back at him.Veronica continued, "Mr. Royce, could you tell us a little about your personal life, your background? Do you have any s