It was an unusually quiet evening at the White House. For once, President Matthew Hesh had finished his duties ahead of schedule. He sat in his private study, staring at the radio, which had been playing a rerun of an old drama. The television in the corner was on, but it was broadcasting a familiar stage play—one he had already seen multiple times.
Matthew sighed, leaning back in his chair. Entertainment felt stagnant. The radio had its limits, and while television was still a marvel of technology, it lacked the immersive experience he craved. Live theater performances were enjoyable, but they were nothing new.
He needed something fresh. Something different.
Amber walked in, carrying Maverick in her arms. She noticed the restless expression on his face and smirked. "Something on your mind?"
