President Matthew Hesh sat in the Oval Office, his fingers drumming lightly on the polished mahogany desk. The air was thick with tension as he waited for the arrival of Mexican Ambassador Eduardo Velásquez. Outside, the distant hum of the city mixed with the chants of angry protestors demanding war. The pressure was mounting, but Matthew refused to act on emotion.
He needed the truth.
The clock struck noon when Collins entered the room. "Mr. President, the Mexican Ambassador has arrived."
Matthew stood, adjusting his suit. "Bring him in."
Collins nodded and stepped aside, allowing Eduardo Velásquez to enter. The ambassador was a tall, distinguished man in his late fifties, his graying hair slicked back, his posture composed yet weary. His sharp, intelligent eyes studied the room before finally settling on the President.
