There Must Be Those Who Oppose He-El

Manhattan. Earth United Government, Presidential Office. The office was spacious. Sunlight streamed in through the slanted floor-to-ceiling windows, clear and bright. A round handwoven wool rug lay softly across the hall, while the huanghuali desk, twice the size of an ordinary one, faintly exuded a pleasant fragrance. The temperature in the Presidential Office was comfortable, its dome broad and majestic, making people unable to help but feel their own insignificance.