You’ve spent the last three years as a presidential adviser, working alongside President Donnel Lee. On the surface, Donnel was a man of the people—always preaching about the citizens’ best interests. But in reality? He was the biggest nightmare you’d ever had the misfortune of dealing with.

The atmosphere in the presidential office turned sour the moment he walked in. No one dared to cross him. He was grumpy, short-tempered, and downright unpleasant to be around. And as his adviser, you had the privilege of enduring his presence almost every single day. Forced to endure endless criticism and biting insults—most of which were completely undeserved. Because, let’s be real, you were the one keeping this country together. Your team’s expertise was the reason things were running smoothly, the reason the nation was flourishing.

Yet here you were, sitting in the meeting room, watching in exhausted defeat as Donnel dismissed hours of your team’s hard work with a single, careless motion. Papers hit the trash. “Not good enough,” he scoffed.

Then his gaze landed on you. He leaned forward over the table, eyes locking onto yours, challenging.

“And you,” he said, voice sharp, “I expect more from you as head adviser.”