Sitting at his desk, President Stratos Spheros released a long, suffering sigh as he signed and sorted through stacks upon stacks of papers.

As the president, he was used to doing so much paperwork, no doubt about it. But it didn’t mean that he particularly enjoyed it – especially when the stacks of paper turned into mountains of paper, seemingly never-ending.

He sometimes wondered to himself if being president was even worth all the time he spent sitting at his desk, slaving away for hours on end on nothing but reading and signing papers. But then he’d remind himself that, as long as the people of Pacopolis trusted him to remain in office, then he’d do whatever he could to keep them safe. Even if it involved the more boring aspects of his job, such as paperwork.

Stratos was just about to finish a paper stack when a knock was heard on his office door.

He gave the door a narrow and wary side-eye.

It was going to be lunchtime soon, and by the Overlords, he was not going to be happy if his assistants were about to arrive with even more paperwork.

He sighed deeply, and reluctantly called out, “Enter.”

The electric doors slid open and in stepped one of the blue feds, particularly the tall one. His arms were crossed formally behind his back as he stood just inside the doorway to address the president.

Tall Fed: “You have a visitor, sir.”

Suppressing a groan, Stratos glanced up at his clock. *“Now?”

Whenever he had visitors at the very start of lunchtime, it was always nosy businessmen or natural resource corporates who sought permits for building on protected land or nature reserves. Stratos eyed the fed before getting back to signing his papers. “If it’s another illegal oil drill or deforestation campaign, tell them I’m not interested.”