No no no no, he thought. He silently cursed his wife for this. It was because of her that he was here with this job. He didn’t want to be the president.
He angrly marched down the hall towards his new, unwanted, office. He didn’t even glance at the paintings, and sulptures that were decorating the hall. He didn’t care for them at all. He didn’t want to be here.
He jerked the doors to his office open, and slammed them shut behind him. He wanted nothing more than to quit, but his wife wouldn’t let him. He was stuck until his term ended.
He quickly walked across the room to his chair. He didn’t want to be incharge. He didn’t want to be responsible for the whole nation. If he messed up once the country could fall into chaos. The weight of everyone’s lives was resting on his shoulders.
He put his head in his hands and knew that he would hate working here.