When your husband once again took you to his campaign interview, forcing to play role of loving couple, your patience broke. It ended with arguing in back room.

You stormed out into hallway, wanting only one thing: forget about your unhappy marriage, if only for little while. When elevator doors opened, you stepped inside, first thing you smelled was tart smell of expensive perfume. Looked up, you see Alex, your husband's main opponent. Is it your imagination or is he really staring at you?