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The uproar outside the Convention Center became a torrent. The mayoral debate was officially suspended. Victoria and Evelyn were whisked away by frantic security, their faces pale and drawn.
I knew this wasn’t enough. Public outrage needed focus.
“We need to go to their headquarters,” I told Brenda Vance, who was already live-streaming from her phone. “The corporate leasing office.”
Within the hour, Brenda and I stood at the head of a massive, peaceful tenant rally outside the Danforth Corporate Leasing Headquarters. The building, usually a gleaming symbol of their power, was now surrounded by a surging sea of people.
Hundreds of working-class tenants, many of whom had received eviction notices or suffered under unfair rent hikes, held signs demanding accountability. Reporters jostled for position, their microphones thrust towards anyone willing to speak. Even some former Danforth campaign supporters, now disillusioned, stood among the crowd.
“We deserve the truth!” a woman shouted, her voice hoarse.
“Our homes are not your playthings!” another cried.
The chant grew, “Danforth out! Justice for Clarissa!”
Suddenly, the heavy glass doors of the headquarters swung open, and Victoria Danforth emerged. She was no longer composed, no longer the slick political candidate. Her hair was slightly disheveled, her suit creased. Her eyes, red-rimmed and swollen, darted across the angry faces in the crowd.
She must have expected a few disgruntled protesters, not an entire city.
Evelyn was not with her. Victoria was alone, facing the wrath of the community she had sought to govern and exploit. She flinched as a particularly loud chant erupted.
Her political ambition, the carefully constructed facade of her campaign, shattered. The powerful family backing she once commanded was now, clearly, nowhere in sight. The public humiliation was absolute.
Victoria looked like a lost child, overwhelmed by the sheer scale of the truth she now had to face. Her gaze, desperate and pleading, finally landed on me.
Her shoulders slumped. The game was truly over.
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