Ethan Carter
Skylar had made her move. She secured the Prime Minister's position, stamped it with her authority, and silenced the opposition.
But I wasn't in the opposition.
I was something much more dangerous.
I stood at the window of my office, watching as the palace returned to a fragile calm. On the surface, it looked like Skylar had won. The Prime Minister had survived. The government remained intact.
But beneath that? Nothing had been fixed.
And I was about to prove it.
A quiet knock sounded at the door. My informant entered, dropping a sealed folder onto my desk. The latest report.
I flipped it open, scanning the pages with trained efficiency.
The cracks were deeper than Skylar thought.
The Prime Minister had lost key allies. Financial backers were withdrawing their support. Some had already begun securing deals with his potential successor. He was weakened, whether Skylar admitted it or not.
And then there was Classic.
I turned to the next report—his movements.
He had remained quiet after Skylar's decision, but his silence wasn't acceptance. He was waiting. Watching.
Good.
Let them all believe the game had ended.
Because the real power play hadn't even begun.
I picked up my pen and wrote a single note at the bottom of the report:
"Proceed as planned. But unseen."
Then I burned the document.
Because in this game, the moment they saw my next move—I had already won.