Bruno sat in his office, cutting through paperwork like a knife through butter. His efficiency in administration was almost as impressive as his ability to coordinate grand strategy.
Currently, he was half-way through dissecting a law, where the Reichstag had sent it to the Bundesrat for review, and the Bundesrat had sent it to him for approval. One that had been heavily bloated with unnecessary additions, tacked on provisions that were completely unrelated, and other hidden nonsense with unforeseen but foreboding future repercussions.
Bruno wasn't going to lie, after cutting the fat off so many other bills like this and sending it back to Parliament. He was just about to apply the full weight of his leverage to ensure that such bills no longer ended up on the Chancellor's desk.
The sheer disdain on his face at the attempt to pass things through that were completely unrelated to the main stipulation was enough to crack a mirror it was so monstrous.
