With the invitations sent out, Prime Minister Domini looks outside his office window. "This is likely the most important event of our republic. This event will set the course of our republic with the rest of the world." Domini looks down at his phone. 14 new messages. The security brief sitting on his desk. Newspaper sitting on the arm of his chair. '14 Dead in Terrorist Bombing of Constantinople Metro'. Yet another security briefing, but this one with bold lettering. A memo open on his computer. 'Security for Gala to be all time high'. The stress of being the first Prime Minister of a democratic revolution is not something they teach you how to handle in primary school. He sips his coffee while holding his head. He opens the window and lights the last cigarette in his pack, blowing the smoke out his window.
"This job will be the death of me." He mutters, returning to his desk to send out a memo to all chiefs of staff instructing to keep on highest alert for the next week leading up to the event. 'NOTHING CAN GO WRONG' in bold, red lettering on the bottom of the memo.
