Diego's teeth itched a little; he glanced at the time. "Then before dinner today."
"I'm free before dinner. Come to the President's Mansion."
Once he finished, he hung up directly. After cursing Lance, the Federation, and Gomez a few times, he swayed his way back toward his room.
Right now he needed a glass of iced fruit juice, then to lie in bed for a while to ease his physical fatigue.
If the temperature hadn't dropped a bit, he'd actually prefer to lie in the open-air pool.
The feeling of water rushing over his body always put him in a much better mood.
Over an hour later, Lance arrived at the President's Mansion. The President and the Foreign Minister together received Lance in the mansion's conference room.
The side hall, not the main hall.
It wasn't that Diego was reluctant to use the main hall; mainly, Lance had no official status. Using the main hall would make Diego feel like he was bowing to the Federation—firing up the main hall just to receive a non‑official.
