She's "on it."

"Also," I add. "Televise a news conference."

When?

She questions.

"Tomorrow night is tight."

"What'll you say?

Doris wonders.

I'm stumped by your question.

"I'll work it out," I say.

Doris nods while using a phone app.

"Oh, and Arcadia," I add.

"Are you sure? She rushed out, angry."

"Do it—crucial." it's

"Okay, I'll try my best," Doris says resignedly.

"You'll do it," I massage her shoulder.

As Doris departs, my mind spins through every potential scenario and storyline for tonight's press conference.

I won't abandon Arcadia.

We've done too much good, mended too much of the nation, and there are too many people to assist.

I...