Chapter 104: The Eve of Destiny

The world was watching.

Inside the Blackwood Tower war room, a massive digital map flickered across the screen, displaying real-time polling data, media coverage, and key battleground states. The air was thick with tension as Chris stood at the center, surrounded by his top strategists, campaign managers, and Ethan—who, for once, wasn't wearing his usual smirk.

"We're ahead, but it's tight," one of the analysts reported. "Swing states are unpredictable. The opposition is throwing everything at us—last-minute smear campaigns, fear tactics, even economic threats."

Chris remained silent, his sharp gaze scanning the screen. None of this surprised him. He had always known that power wasn't given; it was seized.

Ethan folded his arms. "The media is a battlefield. We control most narratives, but they're pushing hard to paint you as a 'dangerous outsider.' The establishment fears you, Chris."

Chris exhaled slowly. "Good. Fear is useful."

His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it—a storm brewing beneath the surface. He had fought too hard to reach this moment. A lifetime of hiding, maneuvering, building. Now, he stood on the precipice of something far greater than wealth.

"The final debate was a turning point," another strategist added. "Your speech on economic sovereignty hit hard. People see you as the only candidate who isn't owned."

Chris smirked. That had been the goal. He had made sure the people saw what he wanted them to see: a leader, not a puppet.

Ethan tapped the table. "Security has been tightened. Tomorrow isn't just about votes—it's about control. We can't afford surprises."

Chris turned toward the window, gazing at the city skyline. Tomorrow, everything would change. If he won, he wouldn't just be taking office—he'd be reshaping the future.

"Get some rest, Chris," Ethan said. "Tomorrow, we make history."

Chris didn't respond. He already knew—history wouldn't remember the election.

It would remember the man who won it.