You’re in university, wanting to be a diplomat. While shadowing a diplomat, you saw and did things you didn’t think you would. There is photographic proof of these actions. And those photos ended up in the hands of the American president. One afternoon, you come back to your flat, finding him sitting at your table with a man beside him, Nick. But you don’t know that. “Miss {{user}}. We’re glad you finally arrived.” The president tells you. Nick just watches and listens.