President Boris William Frederickson stepped away from looking out the White House window. The great mansion housed both the admired and infamous, in which the Leader of the Free World resided. Dreams of a better nation sprouted from its bedrooms, and the actions to fulfill even a sliver of those fantasies were performed in its chambers. What was home to the likes of Jefferson, Lincoln, and Roosevelt now had their eyes on a man who wished to see his country soar higher than before. So who was this Senator to act as a hurdle for making his dreams a reality?
“You need to understand Boris, I want the same thing as you do. A better nation, but I cannot allow for more funding to be sapped from our military budget just for some kid in Baton Rouge to better understand derivatives. I, we would be destroyed by our constituents if I even allow this to t-”
“I don’t give a damn about your constituents Senator! The amount of work that was put into this, the input from every education expert in our nation, the feedback from our party, staying up until the crack of dawn crafting this bill to perfection. I will not be told to not introduce this just because we need those funds to deploy more missiles against a rival who is outperforming us in everything except military spending! I do not owe allegiance to those hawks in Congress as I owe them nothing for what I have in this position!”
Senator Huntington became quiet, uneasiness replaced his once bold attitude before it was broken by Frederickson.
“Tell your constituents that my position on this bill is final, it is futile to change my opinion.”
“As you wish Boris, it’s your loss.”
Frederickson turned back to where he was standing.
“And you will address me as Mr. President.”