Ebria
Established Nation
The Natalian She-bear I
Combs House, Camp Hill
14th of October, 7030 hours
Combs House, Camp Hill
14th of October, 7030 hours
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The car received the green light from the guard and started on the short road from the entrance towards the main building of the Combs House. Olivia Harper Poole could still not get used to all of this. It was one thing to be a Senator, when she even used the subway to come to Combs House, but now, as the President it was different. She was hoping that she could continue her normal life, but the team at the Presidential wing of Combs didn't have it. They pushed her to move to the Presidential Villa, on Granite Road, close to Combs House, and to have a chauffeur taking her to the presidency and back home.
Combs House was the Capitol of Natal and was a huge building, having three wings, a main one, where the Senate convened, and two small ones, for the presidency and the government. She found a pillar of normality from the olden days in the fact that the guards didn't really care that she was the boss, as they still had her go through the metal detector and the security to get in.
She finally arrived into her office, and after a quick glance around, she went into a small annex where she put the kettle on and prepared to make some coffee. "You're late. I already made some," a man's voice could be heard. He startled her, but his familiar tone immediately made her recognise him. Sebastian Carr was the PR advisor of her government and worked not only for her, but rather with her since she was just an aide herself of a senator back a decade ago. "Good, thanks," she said taking a cup he gave her. "Traffic was horrid as always..." she commented. "Then its perfect that the Green Roadrunners won the election, as there are many here in Camp Hill wanting a bit of more oppression for drivers and a bit too much libertarianism for public transportation," said Carr smiling. "No need for that. Not our duty. The city voted a Bobcat Mayor, they can solve that issue. We'll try our luck at solving the traffic issue here if we won the Mayoral office," she said back. "Too bad we're bad at that in Harton too, so I don't think anybody here would put faith in us if we promise a traffic revolution," he said joking. He was referring to the extremely huge traffic jams in Harton, which were probably some of the worst in the western hemisphere, as the city has probably the biggest population density on the continent.
A woman with a dossier enter the office after knocking on the door. "Excuse me your excellency, Mr Carr. I have brought you the files you asked for and the day's to do list," she said in a flat tone, almost militarily. Harper Poole nodded smiling and Carr thanked her and after nodding back, the woman left the office, leaving the files on the desk. "What was that?" Harper Poole asked. "The new secretary. You said something efficient, I brought you efficient," he responded.
"Okay, so what's in plan for today?" Asked Harper Poole as Carr took the file and started looking through them. "You have a meeting with the Raphael Allen, the head of the Green Roadrunners, followed by a rally here in Camp Hill to publicise the constitutional reform. Also, Ashton Lawson asked for an audience..." Carr said, his voice slowly dying down as he was ending the last word. "I don't know which is worse as of yet, Allen, the head of the Greens, or Lawson the head of the Bobcats," Harper Poole moaned.
"I spoke with Raphael Allen before he asked for the audience," Carr said. "As you can imagine, he's not really a fan of the constitution you proposed," he continued. What Carr was referring to was that Raphael Allen, the chairman of the Green faction of the Roadrunners, was also a long time member of the same post-delegationist groups Harper Poole was a member of too, and was much more radical than her. He wasn't a fan of her constitutional reform, which he called too weak and superficial.
"I really don't know how we can please him," Carr said. "He says that we should push for the healthcare, education and economic reforms too," he continued. "Allen wants too much, too quickly. There is no reason as of yet to have a revolutionary environment that would give the chance for such a radical change that he wants. No, it needs to be done gradual," Harper Poole responded. "He will say that all we do is just turn the country into a federation, nothing more," Carr protested. "He will need to understand that this is only the first step," she said back. "Ms President... understand that he is a radical, with Taketoriite influences and is the leader of your party and even the head of the Roadrunner Caucus now, he could block our bills by asking our very own party to not vote for them," Carr said.
Olivia took a pause, and a deep breath, as she sat on her desk. "Sebastian, I need myself to understand, and then I need you to do it, and then I will make sure Raphael Allen and the likes of him do too. I am the president. The people voted me on a mandate that I proposed and that is gradual post-delegationism, social democracy with some syndicalist elements and green politics. It is a mandate that I have striven for, and managed to get the support of the Green faction and of the greater Roadrunner Party and now of the people too. If Allen thinks that he will coerce me into following his line of thought, he is mistaken, for if he turns all this into a civil war within the party, the Roadrunners will be done for, as the party will break and split, but I will make sure, that, if needed, a character assassination campaign on him will be started in such a way, that he will return to the fringes of the politics, and not be a senator ever again. The time has come for us to do what is the best for the people, and if that means do things gradual, not throw anarchy at them and then hope they will manage, then that is what we'll do. We have a responsibility now and about 50 million people count on us," she said.
The secretary knocked again on the door. "Your excellency, Senator Allen is here for his audience," she said in a monotonous voice, with slight a Guiennese accent. Sebastian Carr sighed and looked at Harper Poole. "Okay, let's do this," she said.