1034: Chapter 109 I Will Give You All My Loyalty!
1034: Chapter 109 I Will Give You All My Loyalty!
The Willard InterContinental Hotel isn’t particularly well-known, but it’s actually a unique presence akin to certain national guesthouses.
Situated near the White House, it boasts an extrely long history and has hosted countless foreign dignitaries.
As one of the most renowned hotels in the Empire’s political center, many events that have shaped Arica and even the world have unfolded here.
For instance, the famous speech draft “I Have a Dream” by a certain Professor King was written here.
To this day, the hotel still retains four presidential suites nad after Arican Leaders: Washington, Adams, Lincoln, and Jefferson—arguably the only true presidential suites in the world.
Temir and Mr.
Cheng don’t own any property in Washington D.C.; after all, they are part of a newly erged power group, lacking the heritage of the Caramacris Family where Temir hails from.
Thus, Mi’er had to choose the Adams Suite as the venue to et Mike Pompeo—not because they couldn’t afford the Washington Suite, but because the Washington Suite was occupied by foreign dignitaries scheduled to et the Leader tomorrow.
The Secretary of State’s security team remained outside the hotel; the security standards of this hotel are not much inferior to the White House—the only notable difference being the service attitude of the staff here far surpasses that of those in the White House.
As soon as Mike Pompeo entered the lobby, a manager who had been waiting for him greeted him and led the Secretary directly to the top floor via a private elevator.
In the winding corridors combined with the public area for tea breaks, Mike Pompeo even ran into so aides of the foreign dignitaries staying here—their team initially thought Arica’s Secretary of State had co to et their leader.
To put it frankly, visits without proper coordination are a colossal ss—super, invincible, and mind-bogglingly massive.
“Esteed Secretary of State, I apologize.
I didn’t receive prior notice of your eting with our Pri Minister.
This…”
Assuming that Arica’s Secretary of State couldn’t possibly make a mistake, Mike Pompeo ramped up the pressure on these hapless foreign friends.
With a mixture of amusent and exasperation, Mike Pompeo replied.
“No, no, I’m here to et soone else.
Don’t worry too much; just take it easy—and welco to Arica.”
With that, and under the equally tense leadership of the manager, he arrived at the door of the Adams Suite.
Mi’er’s bodyguards welcod the Secretary of State inside; in the grandiose and opulent hall, Mi’er was chatting with Kevin from the renowned Republican Party House of Representatives.
Noticing Mike Pompeo’s arrival, Kevin swiftly stood up and indicated that he had an urgent engagent to attend elsewhere.
“Apologies, Lady Temir, it seems today is not ideal for .
I truly regret that I must attend an unavoidable event.
My sincerest apologies.”
The black-haired heiress smiled graciously, signaling her understanding.
As he departed, McCarthy gave Mike Pompeo a smile but said nothing further.
The Secretary’s nerves grew tighter.
The excessively stunning Mi’er left him slightly spellbound, but recalling the imnse influence backing her, his montary daze felt crushed under the weight of Mount Wuzhi, leaving no room for indulgence.
“Ha, I didn’t expect you to know Kevin.” The Secretary of State fumbled for a polite remark to break the ice.
“What do you think of him?”
With a scrutinizing gaze, Temir shot a glance at the Secretary, posing the question.
The move felt both like a test and a form of assessnt—a strikingly impolite gesture from soone assuming an authoritative deanor, yet the Secretary of State felt it entirely natural.
If soone like Temir, born into an aristocratic family with imasurable assets, couldn’t enjoy privileges after entering Arican politics, then could Arica still call itself a capitalist nation?
If wealth were the sole criterion for judgnt, there were plenty wealthier than Temir.
But Temir had gained control of the California Elephant Party—news that wasn’t outdated even within the Republican Party.
If there could ever be a “Republican Party New Generation Prodigy Rankings,” then certain individuals from West Coast California might dominate the charts.
The top spot would go to Wolf, while the second would belong to Temir—one as a financier and active participant in the ga, the other as a financier and behind-the-scenes orchestrator.
In Arica’s largest and most prosperous Deep Blue State, Mi’er and Wolf had revitalized the California Elephant Party—and that was no small feat.
From this, one could glean the precision of Mr.
Cheng’s strategic moves.
The Wolf Temir duo had money, manpower, and resources, granting them remarkable prominence within the Republican Party, providing a foundation for a long-term, stable alliance.
With the status of erging stars within the Republican Establishnt Faction, they had successfully revitalized the California Elephant Party.
Regardless of how high their expectations could reach, their baseline had already been solidified.
Building on this foundation, Mr.
Cheng’s strategy involved strengthening ties within the state with key Democratic figures to ensure manageable conflict dynamics.
Outside the state, his goal was to facilitate Wolf in courting the Leader’s second daughter, effectively boosting his faction’s potential ceiling.
Every seemingly disparate maneuver shared an ultimate, converging purpose.
The outreach toward Mike Pompeo stemd from the need for this nascent faction to establish its own spokesperson within Washington D.C.—moreover, in aiding Mr.
Cheng’s automotive endeavors and helping secure the Leader’s second daughter, Mike Pompeo’s presence bore a certain finesse.
A person’s value often depends not solely on themselves.
Trapped in the role of Secretary of State, Mike Pompeo found that much of his authority could only be exercised in the company of notable won, regaining a semblance of dignity in their presence—this was an undeniable reality.
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