Officer Genevieve Perez.
A diligent police constable. She's quick, both mentally and physically, with a gun by her side at all times. The 24-year-old does her duty to the best of her ability, and absolutely nothing can distract her when she sets a...
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Two weeks later
"Thank you! Thank you all for the overwhelming love. I promise you as your mayor, that I will make this heartless beast pay. I will restore order and peace in this beautiful city, and I will throw that psychopath behind bars. Justice will prevail!"
The man's voice boomed from the speakers and travelled down the streets. His words seemed to have resonated within the attentive onlookers, given from the way they immediately brought their hands together to clap and cheer for him.
An exasperated sigh left Genevieve's mouth, and she reduced the volume when the thundering applause reverberated from her phone's speaker.
"Remind me again how and why he won the municipal election?"
"Beats me." They murmured in unison.
Samuel drummed his fingers against Daron's desk out of boredom, and he looked away from the small screen in Genevieve's hand to stare at a wall.
"Apparently, he won the votes over by promising to build several more banquet halls, as well as funding the reconstruction of Blue Swan. He said that under his watch, no one can stop this city from partying." He muttered flatly, which earned him a snort from the dispatcher and a roll of the eyes from Genevieve.
"The bar keeps on getting lowered everyday. At this rate, it'll reach hell." Daron remarked, and the other two nodded in agreement.
"But there has to be something more. Surely, that can't be the only way this guy won the position? I mean even I can falsely promise to build some parties venues, what's so hard about that?"
"He wasn't joking about building more halls, Gen. Do you know who he is?"
Genevieve and Samuel leaned against the desk with their interest fully piqued, and their gazes urged Daron to continue.
"Thomas Tryker, a renowned billionaire who was rumored to be a friend of our previous mayor. He is... powerful, to say the least, and I wouldn't be surprised if he pulled strings to get where he is right now. He probably has enough money to build thousands of venues." Daron finished, before shifting his attention from the computer screen to the officers.
"Thoughts?"
"He isn't that renowned if we-" Samuel pointed towards himself and Genevieve with his thumb. "-have never heard of him."
"Well, it's not his fault you two live under a rock."
"Not everyone sits on a chair all day and glares at a computer screen, Daron."
"Don't try to mask the fact that your internet connection is shit, Samuel."
"Weren't we talking about our mayor like three seconds ago?" Genevieve chimed in playfully, and her eyes darted between the both of them in amusement. Sometimes she felt as though they were little children arguing over a bar of chocolate.
