Parliamentarian's and Friend's.

Instantly noticing the illuminated red “On Air” as he entered the lobby of the Shangri-la’s wireless communication offices. Cedric recognized the receptionist at her desk, from his past visits over the year, as he walked over and offered his hand. “Well your looking well, Sharon.”

“Thank you, Prime Minister. What brings you here?” She replied with a smile as she shook his hand.

“Just here to see Derrick, how much longer is he on for?”

“Seven minutes, you can go in an watch if you’d like.”

“I’ll do that, thank you kindly, Sharon. It was good seeing you again.” Cedric replied as he made his way into the broadcast studio.

As he stood silently for the remaining few minute, as he paired into the booth watching his friend at work, through the glass that separated them, Cedric couldn’t help but feel guilty and dirty. He remembered never personally calling to congratulate Derrick on his miracle recovery, or follow up to see how we was doing. It had been months since he last saw his fellow parliamentarian and good friend. And only now did he visit, to ask for a favor, and political support.