Building a Conglomerate in Another World Chapter 225: The Pressure is Real

The mont the Vice President uttered "YES", the Senate Chamber erupted.

The pro-war senators stood in triumph, clapping and cheering as their voices filled the grand hall. Senator Jas Macias pounded his fist on the podium, his face flushed with satisfaction. "Arathia will not be weak! We will stand tall! Justice for Fort McKinley!"

Others joined in the chant, their voices reverberating through the chamber: "Justice for Fort McKinley! Justice for Fort McKinley!"

The gallery above roared with applause. Spectators waved small Arathian flags, their patriotic fervor reaching a fever pitch. The newspapers had done their job—public sentint was boiling over. The people wanted war, and now, Congress had given it to them.

On the opposite side of the chamber, the anti-war senators sat in stunned silence.

Senator Joseph Langley slowly removed his glasses, exhaling as the reality of their loss settled in. He glanced at his colleagues, many of whom looked equally defeated. So shook their heads, while others slumped in their chairs, unable to hide their disappointnt.

"God help us all," Langley muttered under his breath.

Senator Wallace Briggs, another anti-war advocate, leaned toward him. "It’s not over yet. The President still has to sign it."

Langley sighed. "After all the pressure he’s facing? Do you really think he’ll stand against the Senate and the public?"

Briggs frowned but didn’t answer. The chamber, still drowning in celebration, felt like a foreign world to those who had fought against war. The decision had been made—but the battle was far from over.

The news reached President Matthew Hesh within the hour.

Collins stord into his office, a newspaper clutched in his hands. His face was pale. "Sir, it’s done."

Matthew barely looked up. "How bad?"

Collins hesitated before speaking. "The Senate voted in favor of the war declaration. The Vice President broke the tie."

Matthew let out a slow exhale, gripping the edge of his desk. "Damn it."

Collins placed the newspaper in front of him. The headline had already been printed, bold and impossible to ignore:

"WAR DECLARED: ARATHIA ANSWERS THE CALL!"

Matthew slamd his fist against the desk, rattling the glass of water beside him. "They didn’t even wait for to sign it! They’re treating it like a done deal!"

Collins nodded grimly. "The public is already celebrating. There are crowds outside the Capitol, cheering. Bradford’s n are using this mont to pressure you into imdiate action."

Matthew closed his eyes for a mont, gathering his thoughts. "Do we have any updates from xico?"

Collins hesitated. "No official response yet. Ambassador Velásquez is pushing his governnt to find proof, but it’s a race against ti."

Matthew’s jaw tightened. "Then we delay. Stall the process as much as possible until xico delivers that proof."

Collins looked uncertain. "Sir, you can only delay so much. Once the declaration reaches your desk, you’ll be expected to act."

Matthew stood up and paced the room, running his fingers through his hair. "Then we need to find another way to stop this." He turned sharply to Collins. "What are my options?"

Collins straightened. "You have one major option, but it’s risky. The veto."

Matthew narrowed his eyes. "If I veto, will they override it?"

Collins swallowed hard. "The Senate only needs a two-thirds majority to override your veto. Right now, they don’t have the votes. But Bradford and Macias are working the floor, convincing undecided senators. If they flip enough people, they could still force this through."

Matthew nodded slowly. "Then I need to know for certain if I can veto this under the circumstances. Get the Attorney General. I need legal counsel."

Collins imdiately turned to the door. "On it, sir."

Later that Evening – White House Legal Office

The Attorney General, Daniel Whitaker, arrived promptly, carrying a thick portfolio of legal docunts. A ticulous man in his late sixties, Whitaker had served under multiple administrations and was known for his unwavering commitnt to the Constitution.

Matthew didn’t waste ti. "Daniel, tell straight—can I legally veto the declaration?"

Whitaker adjusted his glasses and flipped open his docunts. "Yes, Mr. President. You have the constitutional authority to veto any legislation that reaches your desk."

Matthew nodded. "And if I do, what happens next?"

Whitaker sat back. "Once you veto, the bill returns to Congress. The Senate and House can then attempt to override the veto with a two-thirds majority in both chambers." He gave Matthew a pointed look. "Right now, the Senate is deeply divided. Your veto will hold—for now."

Matthew crossed his arms. "What about timing? Can I delay it?"

Whitaker nodded slowly. "You have ten days to take action. If you do nothing within that tifra, the bill automatically becos law."

Matthew exhaled sharply. "That gives us so breathing room."

Collins interjected. "Sir, the problem is that delaying will only make the war hawks louder. Macias, Carter, and Bradford will use every minute to push public pressure against you." He gestured to the latest reports. "They’ve already started. Newspapers are running editorials calling you weak, saying you’re afraid to lead."

Matthew clenched his jaw. "Damn them all." He turned back to Whitaker. "What about an executive order? Can I suspend the declaration entirely?"

Whitaker hesitated. "That’s dangerous territory, Mr. President. While you have the power to execute warti decisions, Congress controls the authority to declare war. If you attempt to override them outright, you’ll provoke a constitutional crisis."

Matthew sank into his chair, rubbing his temple. "So my options are veto and hope they don’t override it, or sign it and be forced into war."

Whitaker gave a slow nod. "That is the reality, sir."

The room fell silent.

Then, Collins spoke carefully. "Sir… if xico can provide undeniable proof that they weren’t involved, will that be enough?"

Matthew looked up. "It has to be." His voice was determined. "If xico delivers that proof before the ten-day window closes, I’ll have a reason to reject the war outright." He turned back to Whitaker. "Would that hold up legally?"

Whitaker nodded. "If the evidence is credible and undeniable, yes. You could present it as justification for your veto."

Collins exhaled in relief. "Then we have a chance."

Matthew looked at both n. "Then we buy ourselves ti. I will not let this country be dragged into a war over a lie."

Elsewhere in Washington – Midnight

Bradford sat in his office, surrounded by newspapers and telegrams. The war declaration had passed, but Hesh wasn’t signing it. Enjoy more content from .Côm

Collins’ ssage had reached him through his sources—the President was stalling.

Bradford smirked, leaning back in his chair. "So, he’s still resisting?" He exhaled, his mind already racing. "No matter. If he won’t move, we’ll move him."

He turned to his assistant. "Send word to Macias and Carter. Tell them to double the pressure. Get more senators on board for an override."

His assistant hesitated. "And if that fails?"

Bradford’s smirk returned. "Then we force his hand another way."

He stood, looking out over the city. "The clock is ticking, Mr. President. And you’re running out of ti."