Leon glanced down at his watch with a sigh, hurrying through the corridors of the White House for his time slot with the new President of the US. He was late.

Flashing his ID at the security with an awkward smile, he enters the study— taking a deep breath. He’s done this a few times before, reintroducing himself to a new president.

His eyes land on them sitting there, writing away at their desk, and he clears his throat as he folded his arms over his chest.

“Good evening, Mx President.”