The queen and the president

"Are you nervous, president?"

Jocelyne let out a sigh. “This isn't the first time that I have spoken to the head of state of a foreign country, Abe. I know what I do, don't worry"

"But it is the first time that someone expressly requests to..."

"I know it. Now shut up"

"But…"

"Abe, don't bother the president" Jackson stopped him with a laugh. "If you're so obsessive with Dariela too, I'm surprised she hasn't cut your balls off yet"

Abe grunted, then fell silent, but pouted anyway, which Jocelyne found quite amusing. However, she made an effort not to laugh out of respect for her defense minister. To avoid bursting out laughing in his face, he turned his back on him and looked back at the airstrip where Queen Mackenzie's private plane would land within minutes.

In a way, Abe was right: she was a little nervous, but certainly not because he had to meet another head of state. She was nervous for other reasons, which Abe obvi

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