President Immanuel Prins said, "Thank you, team. We'll meet again in the near future. Please bring me detailed research when we do."
The assembled individuals in front of him, loyal officials from the Trade, Treasury, Public Works, Energy, and Foreign Ministries who had been sworn to secrecy, bowed, murmured their assent and departed from the office.
Prins reclined back in his chair. Things seemed to be coming together. The office of the Isebantu had assured him that they would reply soon on the official invitation, the negotiating team had had some fruitful ideas, and François' news about the trade deal increasing his re-election prospects had heartened him. He could see it now, appearing before cheering crowds as he proclaimed his overwhelming re-election...
His secretary's voice startled him out of his reverie. "Mayor Hansen is here to see you, Mr. President."
"Thank you, send her in," said Prins.
The mayor of Frederykvil entered his office. Lahari Hansen was a slim, dark woman with close-cropped hair. She'd been elected as a no-nonsense independent, just like Prins. In a city that could easily be a Social Democratic fiefdom, she'd thrown some elbows and gotten her way into a workable majority on the District Council. A formidable foe or a formidable ally.
"Madame Mayor, welcome. I'd like to congratulate you on the opening of the new youth center. A real bright spot in the community."
Hansen's face remained impassive as she said, "Thank you, Mr. President. We certainly worked hard to have a place for young people to go. It's part of our crime initiative, as I'm sure you know."
Prins broadened his smile as he said, "And how is that going, Madame Mayor? Are the Jandaams playing nice with Charles?"
Hansen's brow furrowed. "Chief Klinkhammer is grateful for the assistance of the Jandaams in combating illegal drugs and guns, but of course your dogs must have a proper leash. We have seen a recent drop in crime, especially in east Frederykvil, though we need more resources for local law enforcement and social services."
"And more tourism money, too, I'm sure," said Prins. "I've been doing some thinking about Frederykvil and promoting tourism, local economic growth, and quality of life issues. I have several reports indicating that the presence of ah, substandard housing, the prevalence of vagrancy, the lack of charming little boutique shops, have been an issue for foreign visitors and district residents alike. We would, of course, be happy to lobby Parliament for additional funds for Chief Klinkhammer and some of your youth diversion programs, provided some of these issues are cleared up."
Hansen's eyes narrowed. "So clean up Frederykvil, or no cash? That's what you're saying?"
Prins made his hands into a steeple. "Madame Mayor, there is no question that Frederyvkil could use extra funding in this year's budget. I am merely saying that I might find it difficult to convince lawmakers to approve funding, skeptical lawmakers who want to improvements, not wanting to throw good money after bad, as it were."
Now Hansen stood up and slammed her hands on the desk. "Listen here, Immanuel, I'm an ally of yours. Say all you want about an independent legislature and the limitations of your office, but we know that the DR and the Social Democrats will vote for anything if you make a convincing enough case. We're both pragmatists. We just want what's best for the nation or our city. So why don't you tell me what you want so I can get what I want. You didn't call me in here to chat about Frederykvil or we'd be talking seriously, with data, about crime prevention, social services, and everything else instead of 'charming little boutique shops'."
Prins' voice was icy. "Lahari, I am the President and you will address me as such."
Hansen sat down. "Yes, Mr. President."
Prins' voice lightened. "Yes, I was not entirely up front with you. We are going to have some important visitors fairly soon. They'll be visiting many sites around the country, but arriving first in Frederykvil, and as the nation's premier city, they will be keenly interested. I do not speak lightly when I say that these visitors will have a significant impact on our nation's future, for good or for ill. It is a tremendous opportunity. Therefore, we need Frederykvil, all parts, not just the swanky spots, to look busy and well-polished. This means new coats of paint, slum clearance, road repair, small business visibility, and invisibility of the unhoused population."
Hansen stared at him. "You do know what you're asking is basically 'knock down poor people's housing and round up homeless people', right? Not to mention it's a months-long job. I'm a pragmatist, but I have a heart, Mr. President."
Prins steepled his fingers again. "I have a heart, too, Madame Mayor. And that is exactly why I intend to ask for funding for housing and social services in this year's budget, as well as make it a key plank of my re-election campaign. But to secure the friendship of our important visitors, we have to take some pragmatic, if somewhat callous, measures. Do not forget that wijk residents themselves have complained about unhoused individuals, panhandlers, and the like. Do this for me and we will strengthen both our positions."
Hansen sighed. "All right, Mr. President. Any chance I get to know who these visitors are?"
"All in good time, Madame Mayor. You may be sure that my office will co-ordinate extensively with yours when the time is right."
Hansen stood up and prepared to leave. "I'm going to get blasted for this by the left. You know that, right?"
Prins grinned wolfishly. "I fully expect them to give it to both of us with both barrels, if you'll excuse the gun-related phrase. They won't be laughing when we counterattack, nor will the right when they find out what we've got in store for them. Madame Mayor, I will provide all the cover you need via this office, the press, and eventually, Parliament."
Hansen shuddered after she left the office. Immanuel had always been politically savvy, but this was turning ruthless.