"You are the President of the 12 Colonies- control yourself!" Laura Roslin had been repeating this like a mantra for 2 hours since she returned on Colonial One. Some things are not allowed. Some thoughts are not allowed. Like the thought of Bill. Frak! Admiral William Adama. Actually, the thoughts of the Admiral were OK. Bill... Bill was other topic. Dangerous topic.
And she couldn't ask Tory for help this time…
- I need your sign here, Madame President.
Her secretary's voice put an end to the dangerous thoughts. Laura sighed and started reading the agenda. There was no place for such thoughts among the endless days filled with duties. "President" was her first profession. Being alone has turned into the second one. Some things are not allowed...