Every president has sat here, facing dilemmas only visible from this position, and making choices only possible from this office.
And today, he has just persuaded a former Secretary of State, a likely future president, to set aside her pride and compromise with a Lord Dong for the sake of election victory and party continuation.
This is simply a disgrace for the Angsa Nobles, but there's no other choice at this moment.
"For greater interests."
He whispered, barely audible in the spacious office.
Interests.
That's what matters most to politicians.
The clock above the fireplace ticks away, time flowing by.
Four minutes passed.
Obama sat upright at the sleek surface of the Kennedy desk.
Then he pressed the internal communication button: "Send Lucas in."
5:42 PM, White House Roosevelt Hall.
Press Secretary Lucas stood at the doorway, holding three folders.
