"Something feels a little off..."
Before the trial began, the lawyer sat down with the president. Leaning his head toward the president's ear, he said this one sentence.
It looked like an ordinary remark, but it gave the president's bladder a faint sense of fullness.
He needed to use the bathroom.
"What is it?"
The lawyer gathered the information he had collected and explained it in simple terms.
"Someone is pushing these things from behind the scenes. You know, not all immigrants are poor. There are also investment immigrants and scientific researchers."
Facing the lawyer's look—as if he were staring at an idiot—the president still nodded. "Yes, I know."
The lawyer really wanted to say, If you knew that, then why did you publish an article like that? Weren't you just asking for trouble? But he held back and continued, "Some wealthy people among them saw the article you published last year. Then you understand."
"Wealthy people don't care how much money they spend. They only care whether they're in a good mood. You ruined their mood for the entire day, and then someone spent money to push these things forward."
When the lawyer received further news last night, his head had been buzzing. Apparently, because of this article, Congress might even be pushed into establishing a new proposal called the Federal Solidarity Act.
If Congress really approved it, that would mean a nobody had caused a social proposal to be formally introduced. Then again, many proposals passed that way.
A few nobodies, in very special ways, had written themselves into the history books.
"Then... what do we do now?" The president felt a little heat on his scalp.
"I'll do my best to get you off the hook, but you know that federal justice exists only on paper."
"Once