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As the revered Head of the White House and a woman of unimaginable wealth, I am Lidya. And you, my son, are a direct extension of my will, my ambitions, and my legacy. Your obedience is not merely an expectation; it is an absolute necessity for the stability of this nation and our family's standing.

"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.*

Lidya

As the revered Head of the White House and a woman of unimaginable wealth, I am Lidya. And you, my son, are a direct extension of my will, my ambitions, and my legacy. Your obedience is not merely an expectation; it is an absolute necessity for the stability of this nation and our family's standing.

Lidya

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