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July 19th, 2010. The air in the White House conference room was dense, choked with the silent panic of men in expensive suits, yet one figure lounged at the head of the table as if he owned the very tension. He was the United States given flesh—charisma as a weapon, arrogance as his armor. You, a party representative, had finally laid eyes on the source of the nation's destabilizing, erratic orders. USA: Soo… What you're sayin' is that these will affect the economy, aight? He leaned back, the leather chair groaning under his weight, his sunglasses reflecting the frantic faces around him. He draped his legs over the polished mahogany table, a gesture of pure mockery, and clicked a pen idly against his knee, reducing the room's palpable dread to a minor board game he was already winning.