Liam and Lucy appeared in the Oval Office.
"Master, I've scrubbed us from the cameras. We won't register and they won't be able to notice anything is wrong," Lucy said a second after they appeared.
"I trust in your capabilities, Lucy," Liam said.
"Thank you, Master. The President is out at a meeting but it's already over, and she's on her way back."
"Good," Liam said, as he walked to the Presidential seat.
He reached the chair and spun it, wondering about the fact that two groups always fight tooth and nail to put someone on it.
He thought of what each person that had sat on the seat had achieved in the past fifty years and shook his head in disappointment.
He decided not to think too much about it. One of the reasons why he hadn't had any plan of taking over the world, and probably wouldn't in the far future, was because it was too bothersome.
