"What the hell is that annoying brat doing?"
There was a tone of Jasmine's voice was laced with annoyance and anger, and her face looked like she had just swallowed something especially sour.
It was clear for anyone to see that she obviously hated the guy that her mother just brought up.
"Normally I'd scold you for using such language to describe an Azadian Senator, but in this case, I feel the same way." Regina said, signing deeply.
She then pressed a few keys on her terminal, and the holoprojector set up in the center of the room sprung to life.
On it, a recording from a press conference from a week ago was being displayed. Right now, it was paused at the beginning, but the image of a well-dressed, charismatic looking young man was being shown.
'That must be Bastion Cuach.' Avery thought, looking the guy up and down.
Bastion was a bit on the shorter side, probably being one hundred sixty-five centimeters tall at best.
