Direct soft detention.
Donald had never been treated like this before. He was so enraged that he felt dizzy, unable to stand. Security staff had to carry him away.
"Robert..." Nixon's voice was as faint as a mosquito's hum, but the Deputy Defense Minister standing nearby trembled, his eyes wide open, his heart pounding furiously. He jogged over, bent slightly forward, and wore a fawning smile. "Sir."
"You'll handle Donald's upcoming duties."
Robert Gates felt like a pie had fallen from the sky and smacked him dizzy. He swallowed nervously and hesitated, "But what about Clinton…?"
Reagan, standing nearby, interjected immediately, "He's not the President yet."
"Besides, he's been failing quite miserably lately. The public doesn't matter much to us, but every now and then, we have to take their voices into account."
"After all…"
"It's like mosquitoes buzzing incessantly around. Who wouldn't be irritated after hearing that?"
