Knoxville
I gazed out the window, my mind consumed by the looming threat of Maxwell's power play. "My best guess is because he can," I muttered, my voice laced with frustration. "He knows he has a lot of people that would support him in an instant. They all think he is some kind of saint." Henry's expression was somber, and I knew he shared my concern.
Henry nodded in agreement. "Maxwell does have a lot of supporters, sir. And when it comes down to it, he'll probably get the unanimous vote." His words hung in the air like a challenge, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of determination. Maxwell might have the upper hand for now, but I was far from defeated.
I turned to face Henry, my eyes narrowing as I considered our next move. "He's that great a pretender," I said, my voice drippin
