“What a pretentious tosser…” He said to himself, reminding himself of Charlottes un-politican like behaviour, swearing like a teenager, making pretentious speeches, her unusual grinning, all of this gave Hanlon a good chuckle as he left.
As he got up he would exchange a few words with his allies Cruz and Sarohart, shaking their hands firmly with a good smile as if to say ‘mission accomplished’, he’d even seek to go up and try to shake Olav’s hand in a respectful manner of course, they may consider each other enemies however Hanlon still believed a handshake was the right and respectful thing to do, even to an opponent.
Lastly Hanlon would seek to exchange a few words with Barvata, tried to shake his hand, and then headed off, he was heading straight back to the airport where his plane was waiting for him, waiting to take him back to Fargo, and back to Fargo he did indeed…
Barvata watched the dignitaries sign the treaty one by one, anxious that one would refuse, but in the end none did, and his anxiety wavered as the last dignitaries from Nassad and Kuthernburg signed the paper. Barvata watched, amused, as Hanlon and other people left the conference building. They had left before even acknowledging that the treaty hadn’t been ratified by all member states as Barvata hadn’t signed it; the cheek of some people for leaving without taking photos! He mumbled a few things to himself before being the final signature to the treaty. He picked up the treaty and handed it to one of his administrators who checked it over before smiling.
This wasn’t the end of this long day. Barvata walked over to the other dignitaries to discuss business.
The voices booming out of the gigantic summit has been finished as well as Andrew’s typing. Looking down to see Bavarta taking some historical pictures with some important persons that will sure be on the social media and the technological books in the near future, as Andrew finished packing his laptop he immediately grabbed Gian’s hand and dragged him down to the summit just to take a picture with Bavarta, in which he is somewhat considered as a die hard fan of the said person.
“Hey, hey hey. I know you’re a somehow a fan of this guy but, I’m the one you married so please don’t make me jealous of him.” Gian pouted as he just received a empty glare from Andrew before finally reaching the ground floor where Bavarta stood and asked for a picture.
Of course, he didn’t missed an opportunity taking at lease a bazillion selfies with Bavarta before noticing Gian’s evil gaze on him, thanking Bavarta for the great opportunity of observing the summit before leaving the Boscowen House.