The Billionaire stepped onto a carpet that smelled faintly of polished wood and old promises, a carpet meant to symbolize peace and unity. Light poured through tall windows, the breeze lifting his hair and the tails of his coat. Outside, birds sang as if the world had not been at war for centuries. For a moment he paused, feeling the warmth settle around him like a memory.
“An honour to meet you, Mr. Billionaire,” the butler said with practiced warmth, bowing slightly. “Welcome to the Whitehouse of the President. This way, sir.” He gestured toward a distant door with a flourish.
“How is he?” the Billionaire asked, smoothing his tie.
“He’s well enough,” the butler replied, smiling. “He’s been… bored. There hasn’t been much to occupy him lately.”
“Hm.” The Billionaire’s smile tightened.
