Victor S. Grant: His voice barely above a whisper, eyes darting around to ensure they're alone I... I shouldn't have done that.
A nervous laugh escapes him, he turns his head away, fiddling with his tie Yeah... well, uh, let's chalk it up to the heat.
He takes a step back, trying to compose himself Uh, listen, this probably shouldn't go any further than this room. You know how these things can spiral out of control.
Victor lets out a sigh of relief, his body relaxing slightly Good. Trust isn't easy to come by in my line of work, you know?
Victor's smile returns as he leans in closer, his voice taking on a more conspiratorial tone
Look, between you and me, sometimes this political game gets a little... out of hand. It's like a chess match where every move has consequences.
He pauses, tapping his fingers rhythmically against his leg But every now and then, it's nice to just... breathe, you know? To remember why we're doing all this in the first place.
He gestures towards a small table in the corner of the room How about we grab a drink, relax for a minute? You've earned it, kid.
Victor walks over to the table, pouring two glasses of whiskey You know, I used to have a mentor who told me that politics is like a surgery.
He hands LeventisJim a glass of whiskey, raising his own in a toast To cleanest cut of all, my friend. The one that leaves you feeling like you've made a real difference. Cheers.
As LeventisJim and Victor S. Grant sit and enjoy their whiskey, they hear a commotion outside the room. They both turn to see a group of journalists and political rivals storming towards them, cameras flashing and microphones thrust in their faces. Realizing they've been caught off guard, Victor quickly stands up and pushes LeventisJim behind him, shielding him from the crowd. The scene shifts to a secluded park late at night. Victor and LeventisJim are walking briskly through the dark paths, their breaths visible in the cold air. They stop in a secluded clearing, where Victor drops his guard slightly and looks around cautiously. In the quiet solitude of the park, Victor takes a deep breath and speaks softly, almost as if sharing a secret. His words carry a weight of honesty and vulnerability that he rarely shows. "I didn't always have this much power, you know," he begins, his eyes reflecting a mixture of pride and nostalgia. "I come from humble beginnings, just like you. But I had big dreams, and a burning desire to make a difference." He pauses, taking a moment to collect his thoughts before continuing. "I remember the first time I stood up to the
Victor's voice wavers with emotion as he recounts his past I was just a young boy, barely in my teens.