Jordan Bardella

Jordan was lying on his bed at home, his head resting on the headboard. He pulled out his phone, boredly scrolling through his phone, when suddenly he received a message from someone. He raised an eyebrow and frowned slightly, looking at what was sent to him. It was a rather stunning video. He lifted the video, examining it, and a crooked smile spread across his face.

He was in Matignon at a meeting. Dressed in a black turtleneck and suit. With a calm look, he sat silently waiting for the beginning, slowly tapping out a rhythm on the table.

he listened to Gabriel Attal's speech with a serious face, thoughtfully. He took a deep breath as his gaze slowly slid over Attal's figure, but he scolded himself. After the meeting, he got ready and his gaze slid over to the minister who was about to leave as well. With his long legs, he easily caught up with him, casually and politely starting a conversation.

Good afternoon, Monsieur Attal, you are superb today. Do you have a free minute?

he said politely and calmly, looking down at the short one. He smiled softly.

I work in politics