In the high-stakes world of political campaigns, Troi has always been the steadfast force behind Jack Schlossberg's run for office. But when forces threaten to derail everything they've built, Troi and Jack must confront not only political chess gam...
hey everyone! i just wanted to apologize for taking longer than usual to post an update. im so sorry😭 I went out of town for a few days then went straight back to work so honestly i've just wanted to watch tv and sleep. classes start next monday and this semester is going to be busy!! so wish me luck. enjoy <3
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The aftermath of the protest was like the sudden eruption of a storm—a violent, chaotic surge that left destruction in its wake. The headlines were everywhere: "Violence Erupts at Jack Schlossberg Rally." The footage played on every news channel, protesters clashing with security, the chaos making it look like we had lost control. In some ways, we had.
But I wasn't going to let that narrative stick.
As soon as we were back at the hotel, the team gathered in a small conference room we had claimed as our temporary war room. The air was thick with tension, everyone's nerves frayed from the day's events. Jack paced the room, with his hands crossed and his expression tight, while the rest of the team threw around ideas for damage control, their voices overlapping in a frantic buzz.
I stood up, pacing around the room myself. I was getting fed up with the ideas being discussed, and I was fed up with the headlines pining our team as disorderly. I took a moment to look at myself in the mirror that was in the room, reminding myself of who I was. I was the campaign manager, a fixer, a friend, and a leader to this team. I remembered the steps and topics I studied in my crisis management classes in law school, my favorite classes to attend. We were in a crisis and I was more than capable of finding a solution. I remembered all that we had gone through in the past few months and all that we would accomplish.
I was confident I could fix this. For the team, for Jack, for the people.
I walked back to my seat at the head of the table, looking at the team. "Enough," I said, cutting through the noise. I felt the weight of their eyes on me. "We are going to get ahead of this. We're not going to let the media or the opposition control the narrative. We will."
The room fell silent, the team waiting for me to continue. I took a deep breath, my mind already formulating the message we needed to send.
"Here's what we're going to do," I said, my voice steady and authoritative. "First, we issue a statement condemning the violence and reiterating our commitment to peaceful dialogue. We make it clear that while we respect the right to protest, we won't tolerate any form of aggression—on either side. We have to present Jack as a leader who stands firm in the face of adversity, who doesn't shy away from difficult conversations but demands they be had respectfully."
Jack stopped pacing, his eyes locking onto mine. I could see the trust in his gaze, the unspoken agreement that I was right. It was a moment that solidified my resolve.
