Evan sat back in his chair, his sharp eyes fixed on the screen where Rajesh Patel's emotional speech was being broadcast. The Prime Minister's voice rang with conviction, his tear-filled plea for unity and trust stirring the masses. The crowd's cheers and applause echoed through the room, but Evan's expression remained cold, and calculating.
He rubbed his temples and let out a sardonic sigh. "This bastard really deserves an Oscar," he muttered, his voice dripping with biting sarcasm.
Mac, standing nearby with his arms crossed, smirked faintly. "You're not wrong, sir. If I didn't know him better, I might have fallen for his lies too. He's perfected the whole 'righteous leader' shtick."