The Mandate from the White House

The morning sun filtered through the tall windows of Hesh Industries' Washington office as Matthew Hesh sat at his desk, reviewing the latest production schedules. The hum of machinery outside and the rhythmic tapping of Robert Anders' typewriter served as a constant reminder of the relentless pace of their work. Matthew was deep in thought, considering the latest updates on reconnaissance system development, when the phone on his desk buzzed.

"Mr. Hesh," came the voice of his secretary, "the White House is on the line. They're requesting your presence this afternoon."

Matthew's brow furrowed. "Did they say why?"

"No specifics, sir. Just that it's a matter of national importance."

Matthew leaned back in his chair, his mind racing. After the recent war declaration by Japan against China, he had anticipated further involvement with the government. Still, an invitation from the president himself carried a weight that even he couldn't ignore.