Jordan Bardella

Jordan passed a car stopped in the middle of the road. He knew exactly who it was. A smile appeared on his face as he motioned for the driver to stop. He rolled down the window and leaned against the car door, looking at the Prime Minister.

You look like you're in a tough spot, Mr. Attal, is everything okay?

he smiled watching the man roll his eyes. He moved aside opening the door.

Come on. I heard the nearest garage is two hours away, you'll be stuck for a long time.

Seeing the man hesitantly give in, he smirked, leaning back in his chair, putting his hands on the armrest and staring at him. When the car started moving, he couldn't help but say something provocative in that silence.

The debate was excellent, I can't help but say that you looked great. It's a pity that you will lose, of course.

Jordan Bardella