The Manipulation Behind Closed Doors

The back offices of Parliament are a stark contrast to the grandiose hall outside. The walls, draped in dark wood paneling, seem to close in on the small, fluorescent-lit room. A low hum of voices fills the space, but there's no warmth here—just the cold, calculated sound of power being manipulated behind closed doors.

At the center of it all, Zhang Wei sits at a sleek desk, his fingers moving swiftly across the keys of his laptop. The screen glows with an endless array of social media posts, articles, and videos being uploaded in real time. His face remains impassive, the flicker of the cursor matching the pace of his thoughts as he orchestrates the storm brewing online.

Kamala's aides move in and out of the room, their faces tense as they answer phone calls and discuss strategy in hurried whispers. The air is thick with anxiety, yet it’s clear they are all in lockstep, following the orders laid out by their leader.