At the Elysian Syndicate, Jason was in his office reading stock reports. His anxiety grew as he noticed that his plan with Noratz still wasn’t going as he thought it would.But Jason convinced himself to stay calm.A knock on the door drew Jason’s attention from his desktop screen. “Come in,” he said.The door opened to reveal Amelia. She was holding a glass of water in her hand and smiled as she walked in. "Hello.”“Amelia, how are you?” Jason asked.Amelia shrugged. “So, so,” she said, placing the glass on Jason’s table and sitting on the chair facing him. “You?”Jason sighed “Same as you,” he said, but didn’t look at her face; his eyes were glued to his desktop.“Are you working on something? Is it a bad time?” Amelia asked.Jason sighed as he ran his hand through his hair. "No, it’s not a bad time; I’m just looking at stock reports, that’s all.”“Worried about your investment in Noratz?” Amelia questioned.“Not worried, just checking on it,” Jason said, his nervous lip biting bet

Days passed, and in no time, Thursday came, the day before the elections.Toward the end of the work day, Amelia called Jason and Franklin into her office to update them on Patricia. They entered her office, anxious and apprehensive about what she would share.“Hey guys” Amelia welcomed them in a low tone, her lips pressed into a thin line and slightly turned down at the corners. From her expression, Jason and Franklin did not expect good news.“Brianna spoke to Patricia’s mother, and she said that Patricia is out of the country and doesn’t want to be bothered." Amelia relayed the message to them.Jason’s shoulders slumped, disappointment washing over him.“Damn it” Franklin cursed, “What’s going to happen now?”“There’s nothing much we can do. We just have to accept the fact that Kent won this round, I guess,” Amelia frowned.“What about the stock investment? Jason, is your plan working out like you thought it would?” Franklin asked, his tone riddled with urgency.Jason shrugged his

Back at the Sinclair mansion, Jason and Cristopher got to work following the instructions given to them by Dr. Reynolds. They were both in the nursery, preparing Lana for bed. Jason gently laid her down in her crib, carefully tucking a light blanket around her, while Christopher double-checked the placement of the cool-mist humidifier.Lana squirmed slightly as Jason adjusted the blanket, her tiny fists waving in the air. “Make sure it’s close enough to her, but not too close,” Cristopher said, his voice tinged with lingering anxiety.Jason nodded, adjusting the humidifier to a perfect spot near the crib. “There. That should do it.”As the humidifier began to whir softly, releasing a gentle mist into the air, Lana’s breathing seemed to settle even more. She blinked up at the swirling mist, her eyes wide with curiosity. Christopher watched the fine vapour dissipate into the room, feeling a sense of calm wash over him as he saw Lana settle.“I think she’s already breathing easier,” Chri

Jason arrived at his penthouse a few minutes before midnight. As he got ready for bed for the second time that night, Jason replayed what little he heard from Kent, Andrew, and Stefan’s conversation in his mind.Now he knew for sure that the Sinclairs wanted Kent to win the election. He assumed at first that they wanted him to win so that they could use him as a puppet, and while he still thought that, from what he heard there was another factor. The Russians. He wondered so they were and what their role in all of this was.He also thought back to what Andrew said about Franklin. He heard clearly that Kent convinced Franklin to vote for him. But from the way they talked about it, it seemed more like blackmail than convincing. Is that the reason why Franklin has been looking so worn out lately? Jason thought to himself.“What does he have on him?” Jason repeated the same question that Andrew asked.Jason’s anxiety rose as he thought of how all of this could affect the elections. He con

After the stock report meeting ended, Amelia and Franklin followed Jason to his office.“I just knew you had a plan; I never doubted you for a second,” Franklin beamed.Amelia cocked a brow at him. "Yes, you did.”Franklin’s cheeks flushed. "Well, then, thank goodness, I was wrong to do that,” he said cheerily.Jason smiled. “I won’t lie; at one point, I even doubted myself.”“Why didn’t you tell us that you did it on purpose?” Amelia said as she playfully shoved Jason’s shoulder.“Wasn’t the surprise more exciting?” Jason retorted.Amelia nodded. “You’re right, it was." She clapped her hands in joy. “I’m so happy for you.”“Thank you, Amelia, but let’s save the rest of our joy for after the election,” Jason said, his expression turning serious."Oh, come on, with the success of your investment and what you did at Prodigy Structures, I’m sure that you’ll win." As Amelia said, she didn’t look at Jason; instead, she fixed a probing gaze on Franklin. “Don’t you think so, Franklin?”Frank