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[gabriel_tam]

It's been seven years since the passage of the IIGA. Seven years since the assassination attempt. Seven years since Vincent Navarro had given Gabriel Tam his professional medical opinion and warned him in no uncertain terms what the results of his remaining in office would likely be.

He doesn't regret his choice.

Still, things are becoming more difficult, these days. He does his best to cooperate with Navarro's continued recommendations, working with his ever-efficient assistant Mark Jiang to make time for the additional treatments and the now-compulsory pulmonary rehab sessions (which take place in his office, in secret, as much as possible), to listen to Regan and reassure her as much as he can. Even so, it's difficult sometimes. Today was one of the harder days - and there's still a dinner party to endure tonight.

Gabriel makes his way slowly into the bar and to an armchair seat by the fireplace. He'll just rest a bit here, before he goes. Just for a while.

Comments

[thefirststark]

"I helped develop it, but I leave the specifics to my managers. No offense, but sometimes it makes sense to stay away from politicians. Unless there's a request for a command performance."

Howard wonders about that cough, but isn't going to ask.

[gabriel_tam]

"None taken."

His slanted smile is wry.

"Believe me, I'm well aware of the vagaries of my colleagues these days. I wasn't always a politician, after all."

[thefirststark]

"What did you do before hand?" It will be interesting to see if, in the future, all the elected officials are still lawyers.