"Sir?" asked a small female voice from beyond the door.
No response.
"Sir?" she asked again.
He looked up slowly, the commanding presence of his eyes nearly bowled over the young aide.
"Your wife is here, sir."
"Show her in, please." he said.
The door opened and in she walked. Her head was held high and her smile radiated passion, compassion, and absolute incredulity. They had both arrived. She sat down on the sofa in the center of the room. He stood up from behind the desk and paced.
"I stand here before you, my love, and I can honestly say I have wont of nothing more. No diamonds, no Everest, no expensive cars...no other request. I only want better things for them."
As he gestured towards the broad, curved window, she stood up and wrapped her arms around him. She felt as complete as she would ever feel. She was also scared for him and for her children. The battle that awaited them was an daunting one. No one believes they can win it, much less start it. No one understands their drive, their energy, or their passion. No one trusts his vision. Entangled in a web of lies, positions, and overtures, nothing is sacred anymore. Nothing commands respect. Nobody respects anybody else.
"It will be alright, dear." His voice was both reassuring as it was musical.
"Let's go," she said.
