Disclaimer: I don't own FMA
General Mustang stood outside Fuhrer Grumman's office. He took a deep breath and walked in. he snapped his feet together and saluted, "Good afternoon Sir!"
"Ah! Yes Mustang, come have a seat. I want to talk to you about something of extreme importance."
"Is it something to do about Ishval?"
"No. Actually I'm retiring in a year's time and I think that you are the ideal, charismatic leader who I'm looking for. You even built up your rapport with the Ishvalans. So I think that you are perfect to take my place. BUT but…. You still have one thing that's pulling you down. It may make the people feel that you are not fit to rule over them. You are, in the eyes of the public, a womanizer!"
Mustang was just staring at him trying to fathom what he had just heard and after a moment of silence he said in a serious manner unlike him, "So what do you want me to do about it? Marriage?"
"Yes exactly, General, and I know just the woman who is ready to be the first lady of the Fuhrer." "And who is this lovely lady you speak of, Sir?"
"Well, she's my niece's daughter, Callie Smith! I have set you up on a date with her tonight and I'm sure that you'll fall for her!"
After thinking for awhile he replied, "Okay, Sir! I shall do as you say. What time do I have to meet her and where?"
"She'll meet you at Orchid Garden Restaurant at 7:30."
"Okay, Sir!" He got up and saluted Grumman once again. "Do tell me how it goes okay?"
"Of course, Sir." With that he walked out of the room.
Grumman then started dialing a number on the phone hastily. He said with a smirk on his face, "Christmas, keep the money ready. I'm winning this bet. My plan has commenced!"