Secretary Romero speaks

"Presidente, I am sorry that your first meeting with the Cabinet is held under such circumstances," he began, his voice soft and low, almost comforting. "We are all ready to serve, and we shall provide any updates you require."

His eyes swept the room, and he could feel the tension emanating from his fellow ministers. Each one had their own plans, their own desires, their own ambitions. And they were all watching, waiting to see if Secretary Romero would lead the sack of Rome.

"First, let us begin with a moment of silence for our fallen leader," Romero continued, lowering his head. "He was a great man, taken from us far too early."

The ministers all echoed his words, "Far too early," and followed suit.

A moment of silence. The air in the room was thick with anticipation.

"Now, we have much to discuss," Romero continued as he sat, "As you are all aware, there are... pressing matters at hand. We need to move forward, and act quickly."

The ministers nodded, some murmuring their agreement.

Isabella could scarcely believe the way they were talking about her father's ****, like it was some minor inconvenience, an irritant to be handled. She wanted to scream, to tell them that the world is collapsing around her, but she couldn't find the words. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she felt a wave of anger rise inside her. She took a deep breath, willing herself to stay calm, and spoke.

"Secretary Romero," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please, I will oversee this meeting."

Romero nodded, his eyes locked on hers. "Of course, Presidente," he replied, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Who would you like to hear from first?"