Filling up our cups, Saint flashed me a smile and handed the champagne to his guard. The drinks were bubbling with gas and my mouth couldn't wait to gulp it down my throat.
"Why do you want to run for mayor?" I asked with curiosity in my tone.
"The same reason everyone wants the position, power, money, and everything good that comes with being mayor." He raised his cup and I followed suit. "Cheers."
"Cheers." I rushed down the drink quenching my thirst.
"I'm sure you must've heard about the k********g of the elders in your foundation home."
"Yes, I'm doing everything I can to solve the problem."
I had lied. I didn't know about the k********g until this morning from the news. And I haven't done anything so far. What did I know about solving matters?
I glanced around the room and noti
