The breeze had quieted. Just a whisper now, nudging the hem of Camille's gold-threaded jacket where it hung from the back of a nearby chair. City lights shimmered below, soft and infinite, like stars that had forgotten how to float.
I leaned on the balcony railing, still holding the burner to my ear.
"Because I…"
I breathed out.
"I think I finally know what I want to do—as World President."
Evelyn didn't speak right away. I heard the hum of her breath, steady and slow, like a gun held just before the trigger.
"Took you long enough," she said. "You've only had the job in your head for how long now?"
"Since I met Anthony."
"So? Enlighten me. What's the grand plan now boss?"
The corner of my mouth twitched. I kept my eyes on the skyline.
"It's not about revenge anymore. I'm not trying to humiliate the elite. I'm not chasing spite. That's what I would have done initially. But I've grown past that."
