Immianthe fluttered out of his bedroom into the dining room just then, stifling a tiny yawn after being awoken by the kerfuffle.
"Master, what's wrong? You're making ripples in the Ether," The sprite murmured.
Chris just grunted in frustration, his mind busy trying to come up with ways to get out of this.
"Sorry, Immi. Look, everyone just calm down and listen to me for a second," Michelle pleaded. "I was worried about it too to begin with and I know it will expose you all to danger, even me. Just think about it though. Chris, you're actually perfect for the role and I'm sure that's what the President was thinking when he put your name forward, not out of malice."
"I don't care if your President is in love with him, it's my job to keep him safe," Lillian smouldered.
"Exactly! Everyone
