Marvin swallowed hard. His body was still aching from the brutal chokehold, but his mind was sharp. He had no choice but to ask."What do you want me to do?" His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.The Prime Minister didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he lifted his glass and took another slow sip of whiskey. His movements were calm and deliberate.Then, without a word, he walked toward a luxurious black leather couch in the corner of the room. He sat down, crossing one leg over the other, and reached for a wooden box on the side table.With practiced ease, he opened it and pulled out a thick cigar.The room was silent except for the soft flick of a lighter. A tiny flame ignited as he lit the cigar, taking a long, slow drag before exhaling a cloud of rich smoke.Marvin remained on his knees, his breathing remained uneven. He felt like time had stopped.Seconds passed.Then a full minute.Then another.The suspense was unbearable.Marvin’s fists clenched. He wanted to demand

The Prime Minister exhaled a long stream of smoke, his face was unreadable as he studied the whiskey in his glass. Then, he leaned forward, with his elbows resting on his knees, and he fixed Marvin with a serious gaze."Marvin, do you understand what will happen if this purge succeeds?" he asked, his voice was heavy with warning.Marvin remained silent, and his fists were still clenched."The Federation is built on the contributions of Over-beings," the Prime Minister continued. "Our industries, our technology, even our medical advancements—they all exist because of Over-being intellect and abilities. If my wife wipes us out, she will cripple the economy beyond repair."Marvin's brow furrowed."How?" he asked.The Prime Minister swirled his whiskey before taking a slow sip."Think about it. Over-beings are behind most of the cutting-edge industries in the Federation. Who do you think developed our power grids? Who built the transportation systems that allow us to travel at speeds un

The Prime Minister tapped his cigar against the ashtray, his gaze never left Marvin’s. A slow smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he leaned forward, his voice turning almost conversational.“But… I’m not an unreasonable man.” the prime minister said.Marvin’s shoulders tensed.The Prime Minister took a long drag from his cigar, exhaled a thin stream of smoke, and then gestured subtly with his fingers.“I understand the strain on your company. The commercial embargo. The legislative restrictions. The walls closing in.” His voice lowered slightly. “That’s why I intend to help… in ways that aren’t exactly ‘conventional.’”Marvin’s breath hitched. He didn’t like the sound of that.The Prime Minister leaned back, swirling the liquid in his glass. “First, let’s talk about the permits required for solar firms.” He set the glass down and clasped his hands. “Getting those permits through official channels is a bureaucratic nightmare. Too much red tape, too many enemies in the legislatu

Marvin stood up immediately as the Prime Minister and his wife entered his office. He straightened his posture, forcing a polite smile as he walked over to greet them."Prime Minister," he said, extending a hand."Marvin," the Prime Minister replied, shaking his hand firmly.Marvin then turned to the elegantly dressed woman beside him. She had a calm but sharp look in her eyes, the kind that suggested she was used to being in control.The Prime Minister placed a hand on her back gently. "Marvin, I’d like you to meet my wife, Lady Evelyn Hartford.""A pleasure to meet you, ma’am," Marvin said with a respectful nod.Lady Evelyn gave him a small smile. "The pleasure is mine, Mr. Marvin. I’ve heard quite a lot about you."Marvin gestured toward the seats in front of his desk. "Please, have a seat."He waited as they settled into their chairs before he sat down himself. His mind was already racing. Why were they here? What did they want?The Prime Minister leaned back slightly, crossing o

Marvin felt his chest tighten, but he didn’t let it show. He had been caught off guard, but he refused to lose his composure. His polite smile returned, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes.Lady Evelyn’s response had been colder than he expected. No, not just cold—dismissive. She had shut him down like he was nothing.The room fell into a heavy silence.Marvin’s eyes widened slightly as he processed her words. He was not expecting such rudeness from the First Lady of the Federation. She had made it clear—whether he liked it or not, her agenda as the new Director of the Advanced Energy & Technology Commission was none of his business.He leaned back slightly, forcing himself to remain relaxed. But inside, his mind was racing.Why did she react that way?Was she trying to prove something? Or was there something deeper behind her hostility?The Prime Minister, sensing the tension, let out a small sigh. He turned toward his wife, his expression was calm but firm.“Evelyn,” he said ge