It was a crisp morning when Robert Anders walked into Matthew Hesh's office, holding an envelope stamped with the presidential seal. The golden emblem shimmered faintly in the light streaming through the factory's large windows. The hum of machinery outside was almost drowned out by the sudden silence in the office as Matthew glanced up from a set of blueprints.
"What's that?" Matthew asked, setting his pen down and leaning back in his chair.
"A letter," Robert said, handing it over. "From the President. It seems urgent."
Matthew's brow furrowed as he carefully opened the envelope. Inside was an impeccably written invitation, adorned with the distinctive stationery of the White House. The message was direct:
[Dear Mr. Hesh,
