The Search and the Cold War

There was a banquet in the front yard of the Presidential Palace. Zander Hale was the current president of Canada. He was over forty-five years old and succeeded to the presidency fourteen years ago. That year, he was entrusted with the position at a critical and difficult moment. Callan was sophisticated and calculating. However, he thought that he was still inferior to Zander who had succeeded to the presidency at a young age. At this moment, Zander walked toward Callan with a glass of wine in his hand. A glimmer of deep smile came to the corners of his eyes and lips, but it was only on the surface, which was a special instinct given by his long-term career. "Callan, I'm looking forward to your arrival today." Zander smiled, but his words contained dissatisfaction. He was the president of Canada, but Callan, who was only a businessman, refused his invitations several times, so he was very dissatisfied. Callan smiled faintly and nodded slightly. "President. I didn't mean to refuse you