AN UNDERSTATED POWER

0012

Meanwhile, inside the prison.

Chief Raul stood tall in front of the large cell.

The old, rusty iron door became the focus of his gaze.

He turned to his subordinates and spoke in a firm voice.

"Remove this door. Clean everything!"

"I want this place to be as comfortable as a five-star hotel."

His subordinates immediately went into action.

Some of them began unscrewing the bolts of the iron door with the tools they had brought.

The process made a creaking sound that echoed down the prison hallway.

Others started mopping the floor, scrubbing every corner until it shined.

One officer wiped the walls with a damp cloth, removing the dark stains.

Several others moved the old, rusty metal bed out of the cell.

In no time, a new, luxurious bed with a sturdy wooden frame, clean white sheets, and a soft pillow was brought in and carefully set up.

"Make sure everything is neat," said Chief Raul, watching closely with sharp eyes.

"Almost done, Chief."

One officer reported while straightening the last corner of the sheets.

Chief Raul nodded slowly.

He stepped into the cell, inspecting the work his subordinates had done.

The walls were now clean, the floor was shiny, and the luxurious bed stood perfectly in the corner.

"Good," said Chief Raul.

As Chief Raul gazed at the luxurious bed in the now neat and clean cell, his mind drifted back to a previous conversation with Max.

He had asked Max for permission to give him the best room.

But Max didn’t mind where he slept at all.

It was then that he learned that Max had once slept on hard floors when he first started transforming Morrow State.

Max had worked from morning til night, and sleepless nights were routines back then.

Chief Raul couldn’t help but lowered his head, feeling heavy for hearing that story.

Poor man, he thought.

Max had done so much for this state.

He built Morrow State with his own hands and mind, sacrificing time, energy, even sleep.

And now he's being treated like this by that useless governor.

How unfair!

Chief Raul clenched his fist, but he knew his anger wouldn't change anything.

There was only one thing he could do—try to offer a small comfort to a man who had done everything for this state, even though Max never asked for anything.

Chief Raul felt that his previous efforts weren't enough.

For him, someone like Max deserved more than just a luxurious bed.

He gathered his subordinates again and gave new instructions.

"Don't lock this cell door," he ordered firmly.

"Let Mr. Max come and go as he pleases. We shouldn't treat him like an ordinary prisoner."

His subordinates exchanged glances, appearing hesitant, but no one dared to question the decision.

"And one more thing," he continued.

"Put up curtains in front of the iron door. I don't want this room to look like a prison.”

Soon, thick curtains were hung in front of the iron door, providing privacy and making the cell feel more like a private room.

Chief Raul stood for a moment, observing the changes, but his mind was moving even further.

"This iron door needs to be replaced," he said again.

"Find something more refined, maybe made of wood, with a simple but elegant design."

The subordinate nodded quickly and carried out Chief Raul's instructions.

"The lighting is too dim," he added.

"Replace the light bulbs with brighter ones. We need good lighting in here."

"And as for the bathroom, I want better equipment. Install a water heater, and add a bathtub in this cell."

"Pardon, Sir…A bathtub?"

One of the subordinates repeated, almost in disbelief.

"Yes," Chief Raul answered without hesitation.

"I want Mr. Max to feel comfortable staying here."

The subordinates carried out the orders without much discussion.

Although confused by all that Chief Raul had instructed, they did their best to follow through.

After a few hours, the renovation of the cell was done.

Chief Raul made sure everything was perfect.

When it was all done, the cell no longer resembled a prison.

Now, the room looked more like a guest room in a five-star hotel!

Meanwhile, the other prisoners in cells on the same floor began to notice the changes happening around them.

They watched with curiosity as the prison officers worked hard to renovate Max's cell.

"This is crazy!"

A prisoner in the cell next to Max whispered to his cellmate.

"Have you ever seen someone treated like this in prison?"

"Of course not."

A hushed voice answered.

"No one ever treats prisoners like this. All the cells here are dirty, cramped, and full of bad smell, but look at that cell."

"But they even replaced the bed with a new one!"

Other prisoners who overheard the conversation nodded in confusion and curiosity.

They couldn't understand why a prisoner, even one in the same condition as them, could be treated so specially.

"Who is this new prisoner?"

One of the prisoners asked in surprise.

"Why is the warden going to all this trouble turning his cell into a five-star hotel room?"

"Is he an important official?"

Another prisoner asked, skeptical.

"But if he's that important, why is he in prison in the first place?"