DANTE’S POV
The golden hues of the setting sun bathed my home office, casting a warm glow on the sea of paperwork before me. The hum of the air conditioning served as a steady backdrop to my campaign efforts.
In the midst of my work, the door swung open with a sense of urgency, and Eduardo barged in, holding a tablet in his hands like a bearer of bad news.
"What's going on?" I asked, tearing my eyes away from the paperwork to meet Eduardo's troubled gaze.
"It's important, sir. I think you need to read it yourself," Eduardo replied, extending the tablet toward me.
I accepted it with a curious frown, my eyes scanning the headlines that adorned the screen. "Mayoral candidate abandoned his family!," “Not an innocent candidate after all,” another one read, "If he could desert his family, t
