"My husband... you know, some people have a few opinions about him continuing to serve as Chief Justice," Chris said tactfully. This was already far beyond merely having "a few opinions."
If it were only "a few opinions," they could not directly threaten his position and the power in his hands.
Ms. Tracy nodded sympathetically. "Yes, I know..."
A blazing fire suddenly flared in Chris's heart. She was going to lower her head to Tracy! Yes, if she did not lower her head, how could she show the difference in their status at this moment? She was the inferior one!
Before this, she had never imagined that one day she would bow her head as someone of lower standing and ask Tracy for help. She had never imagined such a day would come! The two of them had actually been very close. They had known each other since they were girls. Back then, their family backgrounds had been about the same, and Chris's family had even been somewhat better off.
She had been born into a merchant family. Her parents were fairly wealthy, while Tracy had only had a City Councilor for a father and a pastor uncle who did not have much contact with the family.
Chris's family, by contrast, had been very rich. In the Federation, wealth meant status. She had always regarded Tracy as her good friend—a good friend whose presence served to highlight her own status.
She might never have consciously thought of it that way, but subconsciously, that was exactly what she had done.
It was like how many delicate, tea-scented girls always had one or two close friends around them whose purpose was to set them off: short, not particularly attractive, round-faced, long-haired, dressed in unsuitable clothes, somewhat plain, and from families inferior to