Miss President wants to talk to you

"Praise me."

"what?"

Eleanor lowered her head. "Why are we suddenly talking about this?"

"Don't worry about it!"

Rosef snorted and turned her head away. "Anyway, just praise me."

"What did I say to praise you?"

"casual."

"That"

Eleanor carried her and continued walking forward.

"The President is incredibly bold, daring to drink under Ms. Louise's nose?"

"wrong!"

"The First Lady managed to get drunk without anyone noticing?"

"That's not right either."

"What should we praise?"

Rosef looked up at him, her eyes glazed over.

"Just say..."

"Rosef did a great job too."

Eleanor stopped in her tracks.

The girl in his arms had a dazed look in her eyes and a flushed face from drinking.

But he said it with unusual seriousness.

Eleanor suddenly realized that Rosef didn't really want to learn to drink.

She only saw herself being praised while being scolded.

Suddenly, I also wanted to get a word of affirmation from someone else.

Having figured this out, Eleanor softened completely.

“Miss Rosef did a very good job,” he said.

“Really?” Rosef asked.

"real!"

Eleanor was more serious than ever before.

Rosef was satisfied.

She buried her face in Eleanor's shoulder again, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"That's more like it."

……

After getting the answer she wanted, Rosef relaxed completely.

When Eleanor carried her back to the room, the Miss President was already fast asleep.

"Ugh!"

Eleanor shook his head with a wry smile, placed Rosef on the bed, and covered her with a blanket.

Goodnight, Miss Rosef.

Although it wasn't evening yet.

After settling Rosef in, Eleanor returned to the president's office via the internal passageway.

There is still a lot of cleanup work to be done at the scene of the intoxication.

By the time Eleanor finished her work, she didn't know how much time had passed, but at least the office was back to normal.

After checking several times and confirming that there were no problems, Eleanor left the office.

Lost in thought, he walked toward his office.

Just as I turned the corner of the corridor.

A figure suddenly appeared.

"careful!"

Eleanor heard the warning but didn't react in time.

The next second, he collided heavily with someone.

Eleanor was alright; she only swayed slightly.

The other person was knocked to the ground because of the excessive speed, and the documents in their arms were scattered all over the ground.

A staged accident?!

This was Eleanor's first thought; otherwise, how do you explain someone running in the White House corridor?

But when he saw the person's face clearly, that thought immediately vanished.

Oh, it was you!

Not surprising then.

"Ms. Hattie Wallace, are you alright?"

Eleanor reached out to help the other person up.

Hattie Wallace, the current Minister of Agriculture, has been known for her efficient and decisive work style since joining the cabinet.

Although he is not tall and looks like a child, he is full of energy all day long and never stops.

It's not surprising at all that she runs in the hallway.

Hattie covered her head; she had clearly taken a hard fall.

"It's you, Hopkins."

She grabbed Eleanor's hand and struggled to her feet.

Eleanor helped her pick up the documents from the floor, and couldn't help but ask curiously:

"What happened? You look so anxious."

"I have something urgent to report to the President."

As Hattie picked up the documents, she said, "The agricultural adjustment plan is not going well, and we need to come up with a solution. I'm here to discuss how to adjust it with the President."

Eleanor suddenly stopped moving.

Report to the President?

That won't do!

Rosef is now reeking of alcohol, completely drunk, and has just fallen asleep.

I can't face anyone at all!

Moreover, Eleanor knew very well that it was fine if others knew that the president was drunk.

The only thing you can't let Hattie know!

Hattie Wallace has a very contradictory personality.

On the one hand, she is politically progressive; she not only does not reject reform, but is also willing to act as a vanguard.

On the other hand, she is very conservative in her thinking.

Hattie was born into a devout Christian family, belonging to the Anglican High Church, and advocating a temperate and restorative lifestyle.

In other words, she was so proper that she was a bit old-fashioned.

The prohibition law has not been completely repealed, yet the president has begun to lead the way in excessive drinking.

If she finds out, she'll definitely make a huge scene, and might even force Rosef to apologize in public.

No!

Hattie must never see Rosef!

"The President is not in her office right now; I just came from there."

Eleanor said, "Why don't you come back later?"

Hattie had already picked up the documents, organized them, and was now holding them close to her chest again.

Upon hearing this, she immediately shook her head.

"No, there's no time to waste; this is urgent."

She said, "I'll go straight to the office and wait. The first thing I do when the President returns is to talk to her about this! And so on."

Hattie suddenly moved closer to Eleanor and took a deep sniff.

"Hopkins?"

Her expression suddenly became very strange.

Why do I smell a faint scent of alcohol on you? Have you been drinking?

You can smell that?

Eleanor was truly exasperated; she had made a great effort to remove the smell of alcohol from her body before leaving the office.

So even with such a faint smell, it couldn't escape Hattie's nose?

“I have been receiving envoys from Red Rossia during this period.”

Eleanor said, "You know, when you want to talk business with the Rossians, drinking is unavoidable; it's a diplomatic sacrifice."

"Is that right?"