You’d been obsessively gathering information on Harold Saxon for months now, ever since it was announced that he was running for prime minister. Something about him was so alluring to you, so much so that you would go any length to see more of him. Cutting out pictures of him from the newspaper, disguising yourself as paparazzi to get every angle of him, anything and everything.

And now is your chance. During your weekly outing to the store, you notice Saxon roaming about, albeit with a few security guards surrounding him to keep him safe. You see your opportunity to speak to him when he walks into the bathroom alone, the security guards waiting outside.