𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫

“ The Unseen Crisis ”

Onika sat behind her grand desk, her fingers drumming an erratic rhythm against the polished wood. The weight of the latest crisis bore down on her shoulders like a tangible force. In the span of a few hours, a major cyber attack had breached government databases, potentially compromising sensitive national security information. Reports were flooding in about leaked documents and unauthorized access to classified materials. The situation was dire, and the clock was ticking.

Michael sat across from her, casually sucking on a lollipop as he watched her pace. "You know, stressing out won't help. You need to stay calm to think clearly."

Onika shot him a withering look. "Shut up, Michael. You don't understand the gravity of this situation. If we don't get this under control, it could be disastrous."

Michael shrugged, unfazed by her sharp tone. "I'm just saying, panicking won't solve anything."

Just then, the door to her office swung open, and Beyoncé walked in, her presence commanding and unyielding. "Madam President, I have the latest updates on the cyber attack. We’ve managed to trace the source to an international hacking group. They’re demanding a ransom or they’ll release more information."

Onika’s frustration surged, and she snapped, "Beyoncé, I need solutions, not more problems. What’s our next move?"

Beyoncé remained unfazed by Onika’s harsh tone. She approached the desk and laid out a series of documents. "We’ve isolated their entry points and are working on closing them off. We also have our best negotiators trying to stall them while our tech team works on regaining control."

Onika’s stress was palpable. She ran a hand through her sleek black hair, trying to gather her thoughts. "And what if that doesn’t work? What if they release everything?"

Beyoncé’s eyes were steady. "We’ll deal with it, one step at a time. Panicking won’t help."

Michael watched the exchange with mild interest. "She’s right, Onika. Freaking out isn’t going to get us anywhere."

Onika turned on him, her frustration boiling over. "I told you to shut up, Michael! This is serious!"

Michael stood, his expression hardening. "I get that it’s serious, but yelling at me isn’t going to fix anything."

Beyoncé stepped in, her voice calm and authoritative. "Madam President, you need to calm down. We can handle this. Let’s focus on what we can control."

Onika’s eyes flicked between Michael and Beyoncé, her anger slowly giving way to the realization that she needed to pull herself together. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves.

Beyoncé moved closer, her voice low and soothing. "We’ll get through this. Just trust the process."

Onika nodded slowly, her tension easing slightly. "Okay. Fine. Let’s get back to work."

Michael, still watching them intently, suddenly spoke up. "Are you sleeping with my wife?"

The question hung in the air, heavy and unexpected. Onika’s eyes widened, and she stared at Michael in shock. Beyoncé, however, remained composed, her gaze unwavering.