Affairs Of State Apr 2026

The heavy mahogany doors of the Situation Room muffled the chaos of the West Wing, but inside, the silence was even louder. President Elias Thorne sat at the head of the table, his reflection caught in the polished wood—a man whose face had aged a decade in four years.

"We have two hours before the press briefing," Sarah continued, sliding a folder across the table. "We can blame a mid-level aide, or we can go for a full-scale cybersecurity distraction.". Elias finally looked at her. "And what about the truth?" Affairs of State

"Elias, you can't be serious," Sarah whispered. "The party, the legacy—" The heavy mahogany doors of the Situation Room