บท 979: Manipulation

Behind closed doors, the private meetings between Fein and the newly elected president took on a different tone. Away from the public eye, a sense of secrecy and influence pervaded the atmosphere. Fein, known for his various great achievements and contributions, held sway over the president's actions, subtly shaping the direction of the country.

In a dimly lit room adorned with grandeur, the air was thick with tension. Marcus Thompson, the charismatic leader who had captured the hearts of the nation, leaned closer to Fein, his voice barely above a whisper. "You have brought me here, my master. I am at your service."

Fein's piercing gaze fixated on Marcus, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his lips. His influence over the president was unmistakable, as he carefully crafted his words to guide and mold Marcus's decision-making.