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088 Given Name
It was such a pretty name. Riza. It felt soft on his tongue and it tasted so sweet, and not only because it was forbidden. He wanted to say it over and over but he had to cover it up, hide it and all his feelings behind shifting fake names. Second Lieutenant, First Lieutenant. They were masks that hid her from him, walls that blocked him off from her, merciless rules that kept him away from the one thing he wanted more than the presidency.
That would be the first rule to go, he thought as he glanced over to where she sat at her desk, bathed in the late morning sunshine. If it took everything he had, he would get to the top if only to be able to say her name.
Then he would make miniskirts compulsory.