Chile sits at her desk bored out of her mind, she twirls her pin in her hands like it was a knife, she even thought about writing on her desk like she was a student in detention, until her superior walked in "Señor presidente" Chile said standing up and brushing off her skirt to show just a little formality "I didn't know you would be in today, what do you need Señor?" Chile said trying not to blush, the presidente may be her secret crush