Marjhan was a young woman, especially given her position in office. She was in her mid-30's, but she had been hand picked and groomed since she was 18 for the position she held now, a bit more than a decade after the man who could be called her father chose her for this office. Though in truth her father had died many years back, the man that sat in her office now was the closest the ever knew to a father. He had raised her since she was seven, withdrawing her from mandatory schooling and breaking her will, crushing resistance, drilling into her mind the dogma of the Party. He sat on the couch with eyes boring holes through the facade of conviction she held over her fragile face, he seemed to be at ease but Marjhan knew that Bahn was not sitting in his chair lightly. He held in his hand a document, and Marjhan's curiosity was piqued despite the ominous sense of dread that fell upon her in Bahn's presence.
Bahn was the head of the Unity Party, by right if not by title. The Party bended to the wishes of Bahn Li. His bitter eyes, ravaged by a scar that cut horizontally across his face, hid his intelligence behind a mask of anger.
A cruel, cold intelligence only a dictator at heart could inspire. Bahn lifted his hand up and signaled Marjhan to come closer, and the Madame President obeyed, rising from her chair and circumventing her desk to settle herself in the couch across from Bahn.
"Yes, Bahn?" she asked using his first name. He handed her a document with three numbers, zero-zero-zero. Option Zero. She smiled weakly and looked at Bahn, knowing the document well. It was more than an attempt to keep her in her office longer, it was an expression of her people's love for her. But Bahn looked at the document, it spoke to him something else. The girl that you have kept under your thumb for years may soon escape your grip.
"The people adore you, you know," Bahn spoke grimly, tapping the edge of the paper Marjhan held in her hands before relaxing back into the plum colored fabric of the couches.
"Maybe," her smile faded, though the fleeting happiness that persisted in her heart continued. "They love the freedoms I give them."
"The Party gives them."
She nodded to his stern correction. "The Party," she repeated, sadness echoing in her voice.
"Do you know what problem this document presents?" Bahn petitioned her with the conviction of an inquisitor. She looked to him but did not answer. "It represents a critical lack of trust between the people and the Party. If they do not trust the Party's future presidential candidates, then how can they trust the Party. If the people can't trust the Party, then how can we represent them?" He spoke of the 'elite' members of the party, those members that held her in contempt.
She did not know how to respond, and Bahn grew impatient. He rose to his feet and paced around the small gap between the couches and the desk. "But this was one referendum, we can't seriously give it credibility as a serious petition. It was nothing more than an affirmation of the people's loyalty to me."
"Exactly. Their loyalty to you. And this was not one referendum," he paused. "There have been eight others which the government has taken out of circulation, and ten others which we've managed to suppress in the proposal stage. The National Assembly itself is split on the issue."
She paused, feeling suddenly threatened. If she was a threat to the Party, she would be eliminated. She knew she had failed to gauge the situation, and know the thin ice was cracking beneath her feet.
"The Party cannot risk to lose it's grip on your office, if we do then we risk a rogue element. A factor which the Party cannot control." Bahn stopped pacing and moved suddenly to the door, preparing to leave. "If you can not stop this growing cult of personality, then the Party will find a new President."
An awkward silence permeated the room while Marjhan considered the job she had held since she was 25. She thought about her inauguration speech, her address to the National Assembly. The entire nation was hesitant to have a youthful leader. She remembered the palpable sense of apprehension those few people that had turned out to her speech on her first proposal to the Assembly.
Before Marjhan, Citizen Councils would make recommendations to the National Assembly, which was elected separately from regions; the candidates were hardly known by those that they represented. Marjhan had eliminated this professional bureaucracy when she reformed the law with an executive order. That executive order, her very first, disbanded the National Assembly and called for new elections which would draw representatives directly from the Citizen Councils. Massively popular, rallies were held praising the Madame President, and the Presidium faced revolt should it revoke her decision. The Party was changed overnight, the old 'elite' of the Party was replaced by fresh ideas that were actually representative of the people.
She had done that seven days into her term, immediately creating a visible personality around her besides her stunning looks; in essence the people worshiped her.
She looked back to the door that Bahn had left through, she needed to know what he was planning. What threat did he pose to her office.
Bahn was the head of the Unity Party, by right if not by title. The Party bended to the wishes of Bahn Li. His bitter eyes, ravaged by a scar that cut horizontally across his face, hid his intelligence behind a mask of anger.
A cruel, cold intelligence only a dictator at heart could inspire. Bahn lifted his hand up and signaled Marjhan to come closer, and the Madame President obeyed, rising from her chair and circumventing her desk to settle herself in the couch across from Bahn.
"Yes, Bahn?" she asked using his first name. He handed her a document with three numbers, zero-zero-zero. Option Zero. She smiled weakly and looked at Bahn, knowing the document well. It was more than an attempt to keep her in her office longer, it was an expression of her people's love for her. But Bahn looked at the document, it spoke to him something else. The girl that you have kept under your thumb for years may soon escape your grip.
"The people adore you, you know," Bahn spoke grimly, tapping the edge of the paper Marjhan held in her hands before relaxing back into the plum colored fabric of the couches.
"Maybe," her smile faded, though the fleeting happiness that persisted in her heart continued. "They love the freedoms I give them."
"The Party gives them."
She nodded to his stern correction. "The Party," she repeated, sadness echoing in her voice.
"Do you know what problem this document presents?" Bahn petitioned her with the conviction of an inquisitor. She looked to him but did not answer. "It represents a critical lack of trust between the people and the Party. If they do not trust the Party's future presidential candidates, then how can they trust the Party. If the people can't trust the Party, then how can we represent them?" He spoke of the 'elite' members of the party, those members that held her in contempt.
She did not know how to respond, and Bahn grew impatient. He rose to his feet and paced around the small gap between the couches and the desk. "But this was one referendum, we can't seriously give it credibility as a serious petition. It was nothing more than an affirmation of the people's loyalty to me."
"Exactly. Their loyalty to you. And this was not one referendum," he paused. "There have been eight others which the government has taken out of circulation, and ten others which we've managed to suppress in the proposal stage. The National Assembly itself is split on the issue."
She paused, feeling suddenly threatened. If she was a threat to the Party, she would be eliminated. She knew she had failed to gauge the situation, and know the thin ice was cracking beneath her feet.
"The Party cannot risk to lose it's grip on your office, if we do then we risk a rogue element. A factor which the Party cannot control." Bahn stopped pacing and moved suddenly to the door, preparing to leave. "If you can not stop this growing cult of personality, then the Party will find a new President."
An awkward silence permeated the room while Marjhan considered the job she had held since she was 25. She thought about her inauguration speech, her address to the National Assembly. The entire nation was hesitant to have a youthful leader. She remembered the palpable sense of apprehension those few people that had turned out to her speech on her first proposal to the Assembly.
Before Marjhan, Citizen Councils would make recommendations to the National Assembly, which was elected separately from regions; the candidates were hardly known by those that they represented. Marjhan had eliminated this professional bureaucracy when she reformed the law with an executive order. That executive order, her very first, disbanded the National Assembly and called for new elections which would draw representatives directly from the Citizen Councils. Massively popular, rallies were held praising the Madame President, and the Presidium faced revolt should it revoke her decision. The Party was changed overnight, the old 'elite' of the Party was replaced by fresh ideas that were actually representative of the people.
She had done that seven days into her term, immediately creating a visible personality around her besides her stunning looks; in essence the people worshiped her.
She looked back to the door that Bahn had left through, she needed to know what he was planning. What threat did he pose to her office.