Anonymous POV
The dark glow of the cigar’s ember illuminates the room as I take a slow drag, letting the smoke curl around me. The air is thick with the scent of power, deceit, and victory that’s just within reach.
A sharp knock echoes against the heavy oak door. Without looking up, I flick my fingers, signaling the guard to enter.
He steps in, his face blank as always. “Sir, Senator Jones is on the line.”
I exhale a cloud of smoke and take the phone. “Jones,” I greet smoothly.
“It’s happening just as we planned,” the senator’s voice crackles through the line. “Stanley’s falling apart. His wife has left, and the rumors are already flying.”
A slow smile creeps onto my lips. “And how is he taking it?”
“He’s pretending not to care, but my sources tell me he lost it after she left. Tra
