Chapter 12

Charles sat down in his study, pondering about the meeting he had yesterday with the elders of Elites organisation. They had poured out their thoughts about what they thought of him for the presidential position, reasons could be because Icelanders adored him, and that was a good image for the country, and had graduated with a PhD in politics.

The whole meeting was mostly spent of political leaders speaking of his achievements, and throwing him compliments after compliments. Charles was weary of hearing their praises, and felt that walking out of the boardroom would have been the best option, but the leaders would have spoke about his impulsive act, and his father, Donne Spielberg, would have had him on the throat.

Earlier this autumn day, Bryan had asked him over to watch the netball game that was taking place later the day, but he d