From the moment Mayor saw today's newspaper this morning, he left half of his breakfast untouched and sat dazed in the dining room chair, gazing out the living room's floor-to-ceiling window at the azure sky and the distance.
He had maintained this state for quite some time, maybe nearly an hour.
The secretary sensed that he was contemplating something and did not disturb him.
Approaching nine o'clock, a sigh was heard and the mayor finally stirred, taking the newspaper and leaving the dining room.
The newspaper had already mentioned the matter of stationing troops in Golden Port City. Previously, when the newspaper talked about this, it used a "speculative" tone.
Something like "If the Dantra Republic continues to harass our freighters, where should we position our navy to demonstrate our resistance and protest against these atrocities?"
