Emma Benson struggled for a moment, then compromised.
After a long while, the man finally let her go and continued with the previous topic.
"The president's intention is to hand over all the authority from the presidential office to the marshal's office..." Walter Schmidt's handsome face immediately returned to seriousness, his brows slightly furrowed.
Emma Benson watched, amazed by how the man's demeanor went from mischievous to so focused, truly a person capable of great things!
"Hand it over to the marshal's office, what does that mean?" She didn't understand, yet a thought was emerging in her mind.
The man leaned into the sofa, arms spread out along the backrest, lightly tapping a document in his hand against the sofa back, his eyes staring at the floor-to-ceiling window opposite, outside the marshal's office brightly lit like daylight.
