With the 2025 elections nearing. I needed everything to be fucking perfect. If I dont win mayor, what value would all the effort I put all my life have?

Straightening my suit one last time and running my hands through my perfectly styled hair, I step out of the bathroom of the master suite and head downstairs to the 1st floor of the penthouse.

The warm sunlight filtered in through the slightly tinted floor to ceiling windows. My team was scattered around the living area. The second my foot touches the cold white marble, my assistant flanks me with her tablet but my eyes are stuck on her.

My wife, standing by the glass gazing down at the city that will once be mine.