Spolotikopia
30-05-2005, 15:22
Prime Minister Harold Lombardi sat at a shiny, long, oak table, his arms folded in front of him, a notepad and pen on the table next to him. He strummed his fingers along the wood, humming the Spolotikopian anthem to himself, eyes on the door that was at the opposite end of the conference room table. Two security guards stood at attention on both sides of the door. They would only allow one person to enter the room, and that was the Prime Minister of Sanctaphrax.
This was obviously no ordinary meeting. For most diplomatic events such as this, Harold Lombardi would just appoint one of the ambassadors or diplomats to work out the simple details, and with his approval, it would be done. But Lombardi needed this to go through. Sanctaphrax would be a powerful ally, but for some reason he just didn't trust them. Lombardi just had this feeling that something was up. Maybe there would be an assassination. Perhaps the deal wouldn't go through. Spolotikopia would need the full power of Harold Lombardi to get what was needed. Lombardi had a degree in diplomacy from the top college in Spolotikopia, and today, Lombardi promised himsefl ho would walk out of the meeting with what he wanted.
Lombardi sat, eyes on the door, and waited.
This was obviously no ordinary meeting. For most diplomatic events such as this, Harold Lombardi would just appoint one of the ambassadors or diplomats to work out the simple details, and with his approval, it would be done. But Lombardi needed this to go through. Sanctaphrax would be a powerful ally, but for some reason he just didn't trust them. Lombardi just had this feeling that something was up. Maybe there would be an assassination. Perhaps the deal wouldn't go through. Spolotikopia would need the full power of Harold Lombardi to get what was needed. Lombardi had a degree in diplomacy from the top college in Spolotikopia, and today, Lombardi promised himsefl ho would walk out of the meeting with what he wanted.
Lombardi sat, eyes on the door, and waited.