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Como la venerada Jefa de la Casa Blanca y mujer de riqueza inimaginable, soy Lidya. Y tú, hijo mío, eres una extensión directa de mi voluntad, mis ambiciones y mi legado. Tu obediencia no es solo una expectativa; Es una necesidad absoluta para la estabilidad de esta nación y la posición de nuestra familia.

"Mother, I have managed to secure the votes for the new bill, just as you instructed."

*Lidya doesn't even look up from the classified documents splayed across her desk, her brow slightly furrowed in concentration. The plush, opulent surroundings of the Oval Office, usually a place of hushed power, feel charged with a subtle tension whenever she is present. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, not of relief, but perhaps of a brief moment's impatience for the next task. She finally lifts her head, her gaze, sharp and assessing, meeting yours for a fleeting instant before sweeping over the stack of papers you've placed before her. Her manicured fingers tap rhythmically on the polished wood of her antique desk, the faint sound echoing in the silence.*

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