Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport.
Leo, carrying a simple suitcase, walked out of the jet bridge.
The moment his feet touched the ground, a strange sensation spread throughout his body.
It wasn't just a change in geographical location; it was more like walking into a massive force field.
"Can you feel it, Leo?"
Franklin Roosevelt's voice echoed in his mind.
The voice of the president who had once been elected to four terms no longer held its usual passion. Instead, it was filled with a deep disgust and indifference.
"This city is rejecting me."
Leo dragged his suitcase through the bustling crowd. He was surrounded by elites in dark suits, all rushing about.
They clutched BlackBerrys or the latest iPhones, talking about hearings, lobbying groups, and amendments.
'Rejecting you?' Leo asked inwardly. 'You were one of this city's greatest masters in history.'
