The next day, “Lara….” Her father called her on the phone. “Dad! Morning! What do I owe the honour of
having the PM Call me personally?” she joked with her father. “Haha, too funny, Lara, I am hosting a
dinner party tonight with my cabinet and I would like you to attend.” He smiled. “Dad you know I am not
into those political dinners of yours to meet other delegates anymore… I told you I am happy with what I
am doing, I don’t need any business connections, I make my own way….” she said as she drank her
coffee. “I am fully aware of that Lara, but I would like you to attend and host the party while I am meeting
with my delegates…if you could do this favour for me I would appreciate it…” her father asked her.
“Why doesn’t mother do it?” Lara asked. “She is at a conference for a w
