Attitude Shift

There was still a difference between a senator's "Wait" and a representative's "Wait."

As Mr. Senator watched in despair, the elevator doors that had already closed slowly opened again. Councilor Landon smiled and asked, "Are you going down too?"

Mr. Senator breathed a sigh of relief. "No. You left something in my office."

It was an obvious excuse. Everyone in the elevator knew what he really meant, but it was useful because it neatly avoided any potential awkwardness.

Councilor Landon found it a little strange, but he still stepped out of the elevator. "Is that so? Looks like I left in too much of a hurry. Thank you for coming to tell me."

If you had come all the way to tell me, why didn't you bring the thing with you? Obviously, there were some things they needed to discuss privately in the office.

Councilor Landon walked out of the elevator. In Congress, he had learned a principle: the more friends, the better.

He wasn't going to get angry just because Mr. Senator had rejected him earlier and told him to "get lost." There was no point in getting angry over that.

If a politician got angry at every little thing, he would spend his whole life in a rage.

Their colleagues would call them useless, the public would curse them like dogs, or the media would expose their scandals. Where would they find any happy moments?

As a person, one had to know how to enjoy life, and how to be tolerant and forgiving.

The two of them returned to the senator's office. This time, Mr. Senator took the initiative to invite Councilor Landon to sit in the chair that represented equality...

Well, it was still a little off, because a desk representing the owner of the room stood