The dark fitted suit with sharp lapels, for her meeting with General Serrano.

Picking up the dark suit and red scarf, she steeled herself mentally to meet the General again. With the **** of Minister of Defence Morales, he was the de-facto leader of the Military faction.

Isabella knew that having him on her side would go a long way in cementing her position, and losing him would be disastrous. She must secure his oath of loyalty at the meeting later.

"Bianca, I need your help in getting dressed. I am seeing the General later and I need to make a good impression."

"Yes, Isabella."

Bianca was quick to assist, pulling her clothes over her head and tossing it onto the bed. The chilly air of the palace caused goosebumps to rise on her exposed skin. She shivered slightly, but didn't complain.

Isabella closed her eyes as Bianca began rubbing scented lotion into her breasts, arms and stomach. The smell of jasmine filled the air, and Isabella felt herself relax. Bianca was always careful not to over-excite her, but the sensation was pleasurable.

After a few minutes, Isabella's nipples were hard, and she could feel herself getting wet. She opened her eyes to find Bianca staring intently at her breasts, her cheeks flushed.

"That's enough, Bianca. Help me put the suit on."

Bianca quickly moved to obey, pulling the shirt over Isabella's shoulders and fastening the buttons. She then slid the pants up her legs, securing it with a belt around her waist. Finally, Bianca placed the scarf around her neck, knotting it neatly at the front.

Isabella glanced in the mirror, satisfied with her appearance.

"How do I look?"

"You look presidential, my Presidente."

Isabella smiled, her confidence boosted.

Moments later, Isabella was on her way to the Ministry of Defence in an armored car, watching the city pass by through the tinted window.

She spotted no signs of unrest or disturbance, with the city streets still under strict lockdown following her father's ****. Still, it was a welcome relief after the recent turmoil.

It was a short car ride, her father having insisted the military be located near the Palacio del Sol to better protect the President should the need arise. She stepped out of the car and laid her eyes on the Ministry for the first time since she was a little girl.

It was a modern building clad in steel and glass, standing out among the surrounding architecture that were more concrete and spartan. The lobby was bustling with activity, soldiers and officers walking purposefully from place to place.

Isabella could see that the **** of Minister Morales had affected everyone in the building, a palpable sadness permeating the air.

A row of soldiers in ceremonial uniform stood waiting to greet her as she approached. They snapped to attention and saluted as one, their faces solemn. General Serrano stood tall and proud at the other end, his eyes fixed on her, and Isabella was struck once again by the sheer presence of the man.

She returned the salute, before striding towards the General, her heels clicking against the tiled floor. She held her chin up, her expression steely, determined not to show any signs of weakness.

Serrano met her halfway, his gaze never wavering. His eyes were hard and unreadable, his mouth set in a grim line.

"Good to see you, General."

"You as well, Presidente."

His voice was deep and commanding, filling the air with authority. Isabella felt a shiver run down her spine, but kept her expression neutral.

"Shall we?" He gestured towards the building. "I have prepared my office for our meeting."

Isabella nodded, and the two walked side by side, though she had to hurry to match his stride. The soldiers stood still and silent, letting them pass, but Isabella could feel their curious gazes on her back.

The General's office was surprisingly sparse and simple, in contrast to the opulent Palacio del Sol, though still impressive. The walls were decorated with photos of Serrano posing with soldiers in the field, and there was a single bookshelf against the far wall. A large desk sat in the middle of the room, its polished surface devoid of any paperwork or personal items.

Serrano walked over to the desk and took a seat, motioning for her to do the same. She complied, settling across the General and folding her hands in her lap.

"I believe we have much to discuss, General."