170 President 3
"What exactly are you planning Riley?"
So, it really did grab her attention, huh… Since Snow like control more than anything she's probably slightly pissed off right now, hence the teasing she did a few monts ago….
Considering the absurdity of the situation, it made sense why Snow would try to get information out of . After all, it was my decision to interfere so suddenly.
Honestly, I thought Dorothy would be the one to make the first move, to establish so kind of contact.
Getting Clara's support wasn't sothing she would've been aware of right away.
But it seems Clara did her job well, keeping my involvent hidden.
Whether she did it out of goodwill or for her own reasons doesn't really matter.
The important thing is that she kept my na out of it, and that gave more room to maneuver.
The problem now, though, is the chaos it's causing for Snow and Rose—the top contenders for the election. Dorothy is now in the mix and, depending on how things unfold, any one of them could win.
Once Rose realizes I had a hand in this, she'll probably be mad at .
But this isn't just about the election—it's about Dorothy, too.
Helping her was part of a larger experint I've been working on, one involving the fates of the people in this academy.
Dorothy, in particular, was a character dood to fall into ruin in the ga.
She had all the makings of a tragic figure, soone who would either get consud by her ambitions or crushed by the weight of her circumstances.
But I wanted to see if I could change that.
Could I provide her a different path? A light to pull her out of the darkness that was her fate?
Whether Dorothy takes that light and steps away from her inevitable doom is up to her. But for now, I've shifted the balance.
And in the process, I've disrupted Snow and Rose's well-laid plans.
Rose will likely see it as a form of betrayal… but considering her personality right now I don't think she'll mind actually losing…. I hope at least.
This was all part of the test.
Would Dorothy follow her predetermined path and fall, or would she rise and claim her place, defying her fate?
I leaned back in my chair, feeling the warmth of the teacup seep into my fingers.
I took a mont to absorb the situation, the quiet tension between Snow and hanging in the air.
I could understand why she was worried—losing Clara, one of her most valuable assets, was a significant blow.
But in the first place, Snow's worry was needless.
Clara was never soone who could be tad.
She might have seed like a snake under control, but she was always ready to strike if it ant profit or benefits.
Even a princess like Snow couldn't fully manage her, despite the contract they'd established.
Clara shifting her allegiance to Dorothy wasn't as much of a threat as Snow seed to think, at least not if Snow was confident she could still win.
"Does it really matter what I'm planning right now?" I asked, turning back to Snow after taking another sip of tea.
Sure, chaos might have erupted from my one action, but this was politics—chaos was inevitable. I just took a more direct route than most would dare. Knowing Snow, she likely had backup plans in place.
Clara was just one of her assets, and losing her wouldn't cripple Snow's chances. But it would definitely shake things up.
Snow's eyes narrowed slightly, clearly trying to gauge my intentions.
She was smart—probably already calculating her next move, assessing the damage, and figuring out how to spin this in her favor.
"You're playing a dangerous ga," Snow finally said, her voice soft but edged with warning.
"I know," I replied, my tone calm, almost indifferent. "But then again, so are you."
She smiled at that, a small, knowing smile that didn't reach her eyes.
"I know my actions may seem strange, but trust , I am not your enemy," I said, trying to keep my tone calm and reassuring. But I could see the skepticism in Snow's eyes as if what I said was so obvious it wasn't even worth addressing.
She tilted her head slightly, her expression cool and composed. "Trust , I've never once considered you an enemy, Riley. But those flocking around you? That's another matter entirely."
"Flocking?"
Snow waved a hand dismissively, clearly deciding not to elaborate.
"Nothing. Let's get back on topic. Can you at least tell why you're doing all this? I don't recall you being close to the ex-president, and frankly, I don't see any reason for you to help her either."
Her eyes narrowed, the sharpness of her gaze probing for answers.
Even if she asked, my reasons weren't so grand revelations.
The truth was simple, though I couldn't reveal everything.
But my core reason? That fact never changed and it was sothing I wasn't really afraid to share.
"I want to save her" I said, eting Snow's gaze directly.
"Save her?" Snow repeated, her voice tinged with suspicion. "Hmm…"
Her expression shifted, concern mixing with curiosity as if she was trying to piece together a puzzle. "Why don't you tell all the details?" she pressed, her tone almost coaxing.
That day I couldn't leave her office until the sun took rest….
…..
In the bustling streets of the academy, there was a particular road where the transactions of goods and rchandise passed through—Luminaria Road, forrly known as the Gold Road of the academy.
Located on the far eastern side of the academy, this road was a critical artery for comrce.
At its heart was a massive bridge where trade and business thrived, a vital lifeline for the academy: the Gatefall Bridge.
This bridge was not just a re crossing but a bustling hub where rchants and business owners converged, their carriages and goods moving incessantly across its expanse.
It was a place where the academy's very survival depended on the constant flow of resources, where the necessities for student life, research, and the academy's operation were exchanged.
The air buzzed with the sounds of haggling rchants, the creak of wooden carts, and the chatter of students and traders alike.
As I stood on an open balcony overlooking the busy streets below, I took a sip of warm, freshly brewed coffee. Clara, ever the shrewd businesswoman, stood beside , a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she gazed down at the scene.
"Looking at the faces of those happy rchants, don't you think monopoly truly is the best thing?" Clara asked, her tone laced with a mix of pride and amusent.
I glanced at her, raising an eyebrow. "I think you're the only one who feels that way."
She feigned a hurt expression, though the glint in her eyes remained. "What? Isn't that a bit an of you? Look, my rchants are happily getting their coins, right?"
Her rchants, those who had managed to secure a position within her vast network, were indeed reaping the benefits.
Their smiles and cheerful banter were evidence of their prosperity.
But for the countless other rchants and business owners passing through the bridge, their expressions told a different story—a story of struggle and resignation.
For these traders, the monopoly that Clara had established was a double-edged sword.
While it brought stability and order, it also crushed competition and stifled opportunities.
The faces of those outside her influence could only scream one thing: sadness.
They were forced to navigate the narrow margins left to them, overshadowed by the overwhelming presence of Clara's empire.
As we watched the ebb and flow of the market below, I couldn't help but ponder the dynamics at play.
Clara's control over the academy's comrce was nearly absolute, her influence extending far beyond what most could comprehend.
She had a knack for bending the market to her will, ensuring that every transaction, every deal, sohow funneled back to her.
"Just how much are you making them pay?" I asked, watching the intense negotiations taking place at the gates of the bridge.
The traffic was nearly at a standstill, and it was clear that these weren't just casual conversations.
The rchants were locked in deep discussions with Clara's subordinates, their faces a mix of frustration and determination.
Owning this bridge ant that Clara could impose fees, but from the heated exchanges below, it seed like these weren't just simple, flat charges.
"It depends," Clara replied nonchalantly, as if the intricacies of her operation were as simple as flipping a coin.
"We take into account the taxes they have to pay to the academy separately, of course. But what we mostly do is take a percentage of their goods and services."
I glanced at her, surprised. "So, you're not making them pay a fixed cost?"
She shook her head with a small, knowing smile.
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