A month had passed since Napoleon took office at the Palace of Versailles. As the head of state, he had seamlessly adapted to his new workplace, fully immersed in the daily affairs of managing the state. Today was no different; he was engrossed in reviewing important documents when Beaumont entered the office and quietly positioned himself to the side of the door.
"The Minister of Interior," Beaumont announced, and without delay, Lucien, the Minister, promptly entered Napoleon's office.
Napoleon glanced up from his work, his piercing gaze meeting Lucien's. He acknowledged the Minister's presence with a nod, signaling for him to come over.
"Lucien, my brother. I have been waiting for you," Napoleon said, gesturing to him to take a seat.
Lucien took his seat and straightened himself. He looked around his office for a moment before speaking. "This office sure is huge."
