"Damn it!"
The expensive, crystal-clear wine glass was tossed ruthlessly to the ground, shattering into glass fragments. Greig's fat cheeks were flushed red and he was trembling like a pig that was about to be slaughtered. It was no wonder he was so furious. The election that lasted for a year had just ended. He, Greig Walker, won 40 percent of the votes, but lost to Nakvard!
Damn it. That bast*rd beat me by less than five percent! Why did I lose?! Greig clenched his fists in disbelief. He had prepared for the election for a long time, only to fail at the final moment. How should he answer to his supporters, the Manny Financial Group, and the military soldiers? If this continued, he wouldn't have a future any longer. He knew that Nakvard wasn't a benevolent person, so there must be a way to bring him down!