- May 22, 2020
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King Stanislaus would be seated at his desk within the royal office located in the Royal Castle in Warsaw, Poland. Having just finished yet another Council of Ministers meeting, that were coming all too common these days, he had set aside some time to read through some proposed amendments and proposals sent by the Sejm and Senat for his approval. The rustic appearance of the Royal Apartments did well to quell whatever resentment he felt towards his fellow politicians at their attempt to gain his favor in return to passing laws and amendments he felt were needed for the Polish people to advance their society. He had half an inkling to abolish the Sejm and Senat and start fresh with a new election to fill the seats. But that would be overstepping his promise of allowing democracy to remain an important part of the Polish lifestyle.
All of these thoughts were put on hold when a young brunette walked in carrying a confidential folder in her arms. Miss Kowalski had been hired as his secretary following the death of her husband in the line of duty during the terrorist attacks that lead to the own attempt on his wife. "Miss Kowalski, what brings you in at such an early hour?" Stanislaus had mandated to her that she need not be at the job until her two children had gone off to school.
"My sister is hosting the children for the next couple of weeks for their birthdays. It will give them some free time away from me and some time for me to be an adult." Stanislaus often told his young secretary that she should take time for herself away form the kids. It did them little good if she damaged her own mental health in exchange of protecting theirs. It seems like she had finally taken him up on that advice. "But sir, this is not a social call," she would hand him the folder and allow him to read it for himself. The Polish king would read each word with extreme focus as he felt his own eyes soften at what he was reading. His worries of a corrupt Sejm and Senat melted away as he read about an entire nation in morning at the death of the entire royal family. Five lives snuffed out in an instant. He continued to read the report, hand absentmindedly stroking the well groomed beard he now sported along his lower jaw. "Thank you Miss Kowalski. I'd like to make a phone call to the Prime Minister of Portugal and offer my condolences and the condolences of the Polish people." Miss Kowalski would bow her head and turn away as she began walking back out of the room.
As soon as the doors to the Royal Apartments were closed by the secretary, Stanislaus would grab the secured and encrypted landline and open a document on his computer that listed the numbers of important people per country. When he found the office for the Prime Minister of Portugal, he would begin dialing the phone.
"This is Stanislaus Grabowski of the Kingdom of Poland for Prime Minister Sir Antonio Gueterres." He would speak in English with a heavy Polish accent to whomever answered the phone on the Portuguese side.
Bruno
All of these thoughts were put on hold when a young brunette walked in carrying a confidential folder in her arms. Miss Kowalski had been hired as his secretary following the death of her husband in the line of duty during the terrorist attacks that lead to the own attempt on his wife. "Miss Kowalski, what brings you in at such an early hour?" Stanislaus had mandated to her that she need not be at the job until her two children had gone off to school.
"My sister is hosting the children for the next couple of weeks for their birthdays. It will give them some free time away from me and some time for me to be an adult." Stanislaus often told his young secretary that she should take time for herself away form the kids. It did them little good if she damaged her own mental health in exchange of protecting theirs. It seems like she had finally taken him up on that advice. "But sir, this is not a social call," she would hand him the folder and allow him to read it for himself. The Polish king would read each word with extreme focus as he felt his own eyes soften at what he was reading. His worries of a corrupt Sejm and Senat melted away as he read about an entire nation in morning at the death of the entire royal family. Five lives snuffed out in an instant. He continued to read the report, hand absentmindedly stroking the well groomed beard he now sported along his lower jaw. "Thank you Miss Kowalski. I'd like to make a phone call to the Prime Minister of Portugal and offer my condolences and the condolences of the Polish people." Miss Kowalski would bow her head and turn away as she began walking back out of the room.
As soon as the doors to the Royal Apartments were closed by the secretary, Stanislaus would grab the secured and encrypted landline and open a document on his computer that listed the numbers of important people per country. When he found the office for the Prime Minister of Portugal, he would begin dialing the phone.
"This is Stanislaus Grabowski of the Kingdom of Poland for Prime Minister Sir Antonio Gueterres." He would speak in English with a heavy Polish accent to whomever answered the phone on the Portuguese side.
Bruno
