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Schlatt pushed his chair away from his desk and stood up. He braced himself as a head-rush hit but shook his head to clear the fog.
"Everything alright Mr. President?" His assistant asked,
"I'm fine." Schlatt said, and walked out of his office, leaving the paperwork and stress of the day behind him. He took his coat off of its place on the coat-rack and slid it on. Looking outside, the noise of the world caught up with him and he realized that it was raining. Well shit. Usually there was an extra umbrella for this occasion, but he suspected that Wilbur had taken it after their meeting about the Pogtopia-Manburg alliance. It looked like he would have to run.