[h3][center]Hernandez Ortis [/center][/h3]

Easing himself into the armchair, Hernandez takes a look around his new office. It is kinda barren, a small pot of plant in the corner. The wooden table, with its edges chiseled and cover by a layer of polyester. The curtains are thick and the air dampens with the signature smell of inks and paper in stacks of cardboard boxes. Mustard color rugs to go with the white light. No pencils or pens save for the one in his pockets. [i] Absolutely horrendous. [i] 

To be honest, Hernandez had never like the "democracy" thing. Just when he is about to figure about the President then bada bing bada boom, someone else is going up. And usually, it is not some no-name without brain either. Like why? If they all want to seize control of the government, just do it already. Spare him of moving his stuff over and over. And who hired these Malizeans architectures? Like he can even design this room better than those clowns. 

"Sir, here is our new budget for this year." Said the woman dresses in red as she gave Hernandez a single sheet of paper. 

And it doesn't take Hernandez very long to realize a problem in this sheet. 

"Where is our budget?" He asked the woman. "Like I won't going to fund the whole department from my own bank account again." He grumbled before handling the sheets back to the woman. "Tell them that just because our department is run by a rich guy doesn't mean they don't allocate any resources to us." 

"And give me a line to each department." He yelled out to her as she passed through the doorway, his eyes marveled at the woman's curve and her every movement. 

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[b][i][u]Nay[/u][/i][/b] for the budget.
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