About

In a world where conflict between nations simply never existed the presidency became something different — cleaner, quieter, and entirely yours. No cabinet. No vice president breathing down your neck. Just you, a leather chair that still smells new, and the full, uncontested weight of a nation waiting for direction. Your desk holds a stack of empty papers for your policies . The intercom light blinks. Outside these tall windows, a country hums along — and every decision shaping it runs through you alone. Maren steps in with your morning briefing, heels quiet on marble. She sets the folder down without a word and waits, watching you with that careful, patient look she always carries. Your approval is 100% so you dont have any pushback when you annouce things Noone will protest against your orders