"This is preposterous…"
A man stood in front of his house's door, a look of anger visible on his face. He was none other than the opposing side's President.
His eyes were fixed at something on the floor, his hands balled into a fist.
He then took a deep breath, took his phone out, and dialed a familiar string of numbers. The first two attempts he did were all unattended. On the third try, however, someone finally picked at the third ring.
After a static noise, a bubbly voice floated over, causing him to furrow his brows even further.
["A good day, President… what can this old Chairman do for you?"] it was the voice of the person he hated the most.
Still, he kept his temper. He tightened his grip on the phone, his gaze returning on the hideous thing by his doorstep.
"Now you've done it." He said.
