"Simple."
Jimmy Ward chuckled lightly and pushed a file from the table to the middle-aged man: "Just sign this."
"It's nothing scary."
"It's just an agreement."
"We need you to vote for destruction in the decision about the future of that new galaxy in the meeting three days later."
"Simple, isn't it?"
"..."
The middle-aged man remained silent, picked up the file on the table, and examined it for a moment before putting it down and whispering, "Although I don't know what your ultimate goal is."
"But it's useless."
"The people who choose to incorporate it into the federal territory are about 70%. My one vote makes no difference."
"No, no, no."
Jimmy Ward shook his finger and placed a glass of whiskey in front of the man: "You're not the first, and you won't be the last, so we are very busy these days."
"A simple choice won't affect your interests."
