The White House was no longer just an institution of governance—it was a command center for global influence.
Chris sat at the head of a high-level strategic meeting, his closest advisors and top officials gathered. The stakes had never been higher.
"Our next move is critical," Ethan said, standing by the screen displaying a global map marked with shifting alliances. "With Saudi Arabia locked in, the EU hesitant, and China watching, we need to decide—do we solidify our influence in Europe next, or do we move toward Asia?"
Chris exhaled, fingers tapping against the desk. This wasn't just about politics—it was about power.
"Europe is waiting for reassurance," the National Security Advisor said. "They want to know if your administration will continue traditional alliances or disrupt the balance."
Chris smirked. "I don't do reassurance. I do results."
Ethan chuckled. "Then let's send them a message."
Chris turned to the Secretary of Defense. "Deploy naval presence near key European trade routes. Nothing aggressive—just enough to remind them who holds security in their region."
The man nodded. "Understood."
Ethan raised an eyebrow. "And China?"
Chris leaned forward. "We make them wait. The moment we chase a meeting, we lose leverage."
The Chief of Staff cleared his throat. "Sir, the press is already speculating on your shift in global strategy. Do we give them a statement?"
Chris smirked. "No. We let them talk. The more uncertain they are, the more control we have over the narrative."
Ethan nodded. "Then the board is set. We move on our terms."
Chris stood, adjusting his suit.
"Then let's remind the world who's in charge."
And just like that, Christopher Blackwood's empire of influence took its next step toward domination.