Building a Conglomerate in Another World

10:00 AM

The White House, Washington D.C.

The press room was packed. Journalists from every major newspaper, radio station, and political publication had gathered, their pens ready, their cameras poised. The entire nation was watching, waiting.

President Matthew Hesh stood at the podium, his expression firm. His hands gripped the sides of the lectern, knuckles white. He wasn’t here to spin a narrative. He wasn’t here to appease Congress. He was here to tell the truth.

A low murmur ran through the room before he spoke. Then, silence. The world held its breath.

Matthew took a slow, steady breath and began.

"My fellow Amerathians," he said, his voice steady. "Last night, the government of this nation faced a crisis that threatened our democracy, our security, and the very lives of our citizens. It was not an external enemy that brought us to this brink—but men within our own government."

A wave of shocked murmurs spread through the crowd. The journalists exchanged glances, some scribbling furiously.

"Over the past several weeks, certain members of Congress, high-ranking military officials, and private interests have conspired to push Amerathia into an unjust war. They have manipulated public perception, manufactured evidence, and staged attacks to justify an invasion of Mexico."

The murmurs grew louder, but Matthew pressed on.

"I have gathered undeniable proof—documents, financial records, and even recorded confessions—that reveal how these individuals planned false-flag attacks to deceive the public into supporting this war. They were willing to sacrifice the lives of Amerathian soldiers for their own political and financial gain."

A loud gasp filled the room. The flash of cameras exploded as journalists rushed to document his words.

"Senators William Bradford, James Macias, Felix Carter, along with several high-ranking military officials, have been arrested and charged with conspiracy, treason, and incitement to war. Their plan included bombing our own naval vessel, the USS Monroe, and staging deadly border skirmishes to create the illusion of an attack from Mexico."

Some in the crowd looked stunned. Others shook their heads in disbelief.

Matthew let the silence settle before continuing.

"These men betrayed Amerathia. They betrayed the very people they swore to serve. And had they succeeded, thousands of lives would have been lost in a war built on lies."

His gaze swept across the room, his tone growing sharper.

"Let me be clear: This government will not be held hostage by warmongers. I will not allow this nation to march into an era of conquest under the guise of security. We will not send our sons to die for the ambitions of corrupt men."

His voice steadied.

"The arrests last night were just the beginning. There will be full investigations. Every name, every document, every transaction will be scrutinized. Those who betrayed Amerathia will face justice."

Matthew took a step back from the podium, his eyes burning with conviction.

"This is a turning point for our nation. We must decide whether we will remain a country governed by truth—or by manipulation and fear."

He paused, letting the weight of his words settle.

"I choose truth. And I hope every Amerathian will stand with me."

With that, he stepped away from the podium.

The room erupted. Journalists shouted questions. The flashes of cameras nearly blinded him. But Matthew didn’t stay. He had said what needed to be said.

He walked off the stage, his face unreadable. He had just declared war—not on another country, but on the corruption that had infested Amerathia’s government.

The fight was far from over.

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The White House, Washington D.C.

12:00 PM

Matthew sat in the Oval Office, staring at the window. His body felt heavy. His hands ached from gripping the podium too tightly.

The speech was over, but the real battle was just beginning. Congress was in chaos. Some senators were already calling for his impeachment. Military resignations were piling up. The political world was on fire.

A soft knock on the door.

"Come in," he said, his voice lower than he intended.

Amber stepped inside, closing the door quietly behind her. She wasn’t a politician. She wasn’t an advisor. She wasn’t here to talk strategy.

She was his wife.

She walked over to him, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. "It’s done," she said softly. "You told them the truth."

Matthew exhaled slowly. "And now I wait to see what the fallout will be."

Amber sat beside him on the couch, her fingers brushing over his. "You saved thousands of lives today, Matt."

He let out a dry chuckle. "And I may have just ended my presidency in the process."

Amber squeezed his hand. "If telling the truth ends your presidency, then it wasn’t a presidency worth keeping."

He turned to look at her, seeing the quiet strength in her eyes.

She continued, "You didn’t do this for politics. You did this because it was right. That’s what makes you different from them. And no matter what happens next, you did the right thing."

Matthew rubbed his face. "I just…" He hesitated. "I never thought it would come to this."

Amber nodded. "I know." She reached up and brushed his hair back, her fingers lingering against his cheek. "But you’re not alone."

Matthew looked at her for a long moment before sighing. He leaned forward, resting his forehead against her shoulder. "Thank you," he murmured.

Amber held him close. "Always."

Amber’s fingers traced soothing circles against his back as they sat in silence, the weight of the world pressing down on Matthew’s shoulders. But for now, in this quiet moment, he wasn’t the President. He wasn’t the man fighting against Congress or the military or the press. He was just Matt. And she was just Amber.

She pulled back slightly, her eyes searching his. "Come with me," she whispered.

Matthew hesitated. "Amber, I—"

"No more thinking," she cut him off softly. "Not tonight."

She took his hand and led him away from the couch, away from the war raging outside those walls. Tonight, there would be no politics, no speeches, no battles.

Only them, in their bedroom. And soon the staffs working in the White House would hear someone moaning.