Miss President wants to talk to you

“You know, every time we meet, you have to start by crying like this.”

"Meet?" Xiao Fu asked, puzzled.

What do you mean?

But Ms. Rosef did not explain.

"Alright, I don't have much time left, I have to continue telling you the story."

Ms. Rosef helped her daughter lie down again, and then gently lay down beside her daughter.

"Hmm...where did we leave off last time?"

Ms. Rosef pondered for a moment, then remembered.

"By the way, I should tell you the story of how I trained myself to become an excellent speaker."

Ms. Rosef looked at Little Rosef and said, "This is not a simple street speech like before! This is a proper speech to the people of the whole country."

"oh oh."

Xiao Fu nodded blankly, "But what's the point of me listening to this story?"

"After listening, these presentation skills will naturally stay in your mind."

Ms. Rosef said, "You can use it when you are inspired by that soulmate again!"

Xiao Fu still didn't understand.

But she was still very happy when her mother told her stories.

"Then Mom, tell me!"

"it is good!"

Ms. Rosef gently patted her daughter's shoulder.

“I remember, I was just a little girl back then…”

……

As dawn broke, a new day began.

Lucy entered Rosef's room and, as soon as she opened the door, saw Miss Rosef sleeping in an extremely undignified posture, drooling profusely.

"Miss, Miss! It's time to get up!"

"Um……?"

Rosef opened her eyes groggily.

"Ah, it's already morning!"

"Looks like you slept very well last night!"

Lucy laughed.

She had thought that her mistress would be so worried that she wouldn't be able to sleep all night.

"sleep well?"

Rosef recalled that she did indeed sleep very well.

I slept soundly until dawn, without even having a dream.

It's strange, I was very nervous before going to bed, but I felt inexplicably at ease when I went to sleep.

It felt like someone was with me.

Lucy picked up the young lady and helped her get dressed, while Rosef cooperated skillfully.

Because of her mobility issues, Rosef is unable to get out of bed on her own and needs Lucy's help.

But Lucy is a little too dedicated.

"Actually, I can wear the top myself," she said softly.

"Good good."

Lucy nodded, but didn't take it to heart at all.

"I really can..."

Rosef protested quietly. She was about to become president, yet she still needed someone to help her get dressed.

If this gets out, people will definitely laugh at us.

But the protests were ineffective, and Rosef was helpless.

Soon, everything was tidied up.

Rosef, Eleanor, and their group boarded the car to the ferry.

As she left the manor, Rosef couldn't help but look back.

The manor where I grew up is getting further and further away.

I don't know when I'll be able to come back next time.

Chapter 18: Who is this pretty boy?

The convoy arrived at the dock, where the Hudson River was unusually busy today.

The sound of steam horns rose and fell.

"Make way!"

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

"The 10 o'clock ferry is departing soon!"

The noise was incessant.

Rosef took Eleanor's hand, helped her legs regain their strength, and then walked step by step toward the ship.

Many people around her had already recognized her.

"It's Ms. Rosef!"

"Madam President!"

Good morning, Madam President!

Some waved, some took off their hats to salute, and others applauded from afar.

Rosef instinctively tried to dodge.

But Eleanor suddenly squeezed her hand, reminding her that she could no longer hide.

Your identity is different now.

Do what a president should do.

Eleanor's reminder was effective.

Rosef got into character, smiled, and raised her hand to wave to the crowd.

The crowd erupted in even louder cheers.

"She waved at me!"

"The President is looking at me!"

"May God bless you! May God bless the Federation!"

Upon hearing these blessings, Rosef's feigned smile slowly transformed into a genuine one.

These people are wonderful.

I must do my best to protect them!

……

They arrived in Washington, D.C. that afternoon.

Cold rain was falling from the sky, and all Rosef could see was chaos, exhaustion, and unease.

Two weeks have passed, and now most of the federal banks have closed down, resulting in a severe shortage of currency.

On her way to the Mayflower Hotel, where she was staying temporarily, Rosef even saw some merchants' customers bartering.

The problems facing the federal government must be addressed immediately.

The convoy arrived at the Mayflower Hotel, and Rosef went into the suite, where several people were already waiting.

This includes Louise.

There was no time for them to rest.

“Ms. Rosef!” Louise said softly.

After leaving the manor, Rosefellow's identity was no longer that of Miss Rosefellow.

From this day forward, there will only be Franklin Roseve, the 32nd President of the Federation.

Louise placed two drafts of the presidential statement on the table.

One proposal called for a special session of Congress, while the other called for the "Trade Against the Enemy Act" and the closure of banks.

“These are the two things you will do first after taking office,” Louise said.

Rosef, with a stern face, finished reading the two bills and then nodded.

"Great, we've discussed this many times already, let's do it this way!"

She didn't show any fear, which immediately put Louise at ease.

"Ms. Rosef!"

At this moment, the blond young man who had been standing next to Louise spoke.

Rosef turned her head to look, her mind racing.