Following the ball, a great deal of pressure was put upon them to return to the States. Everyone from her constituents, to the President, to her mom insisted she return home as soon as possible. It took a good half-day of her best persuasion to insist that would only make them seem cowardly, which was the exact opposite intention for her trip. Truth be told, Evelyn was a necessary image of stability for the world. Her faith in their safety helped reassure the public at large. Nobody wanted to see the Moscow-centered market destabilized, even if her friend Secretary Trano preferred otherwise. A weak CCD only hurt everyone, but her logic fell on deaf ears. The longer she tried, the less convincing she was, but only because she was above bloviating endlessly.
It was at a State dinner the evening before their departure when a moment caught her breath. She was speaking with one of the ambassadors from southeast Asian dominance when Nikolai caught her eye. It was like the chaos of the ball was obliterated, though she knew others hadn’t forgotten. There was so much potential there that if only she could harness it and wield its power for the greater good, she knew they’d be successful. It was reinvigorating, the epiphany. The rest of the evening even Evelyn was aware of the shift in her mood. She was almost excited to be going home if only to begin a campaign that would guide her to the greatest service her life could be devoted to leading.
It was well before dawn the next day when employees came for her luggage. She was dressed in a (Chanel) travel suit and wrinkle-free blouse along with simple jewelry that wouldn’t alarm the security detection systems at the airport. “Everything is over there,” she gestured near the door and continued her final checks of email while it was carried out.
It was at a State dinner the evening before their departure when a moment caught her breath. She was speaking with one of the ambassadors from southeast Asian dominance when Nikolai caught her eye. It was like the chaos of the ball was obliterated, though she knew others hadn’t forgotten. There was so much potential there that if only she could harness it and wield its power for the greater good, she knew they’d be successful. It was reinvigorating, the epiphany. The rest of the evening even Evelyn was aware of the shift in her mood. She was almost excited to be going home if only to begin a campaign that would guide her to the greatest service her life could be devoted to leading.
It was well before dawn the next day when employees came for her luggage. She was dressed in a (Chanel) travel suit and wrinkle-free blouse along with simple jewelry that wouldn’t alarm the security detection systems at the airport. “Everything is over there,” she gestured near the door and continued her final checks of email while it was carried out.