Claire Sinclair could almost picture standing with him above the clouds, watching the sun rise and set together. A captivating smile unconsciously graced her lips.
'I hope that day comes when he wins the election.'
At Sovereign Plaza, the event had begun.
First, the incumbent president, Arthur Lockwood, was to give a half-hour speech. Only then would it be the candidates' turn to speak.
Arthur Lockwood walked to the podium and addressed the millions of voters, "Ladies and gentlemen, my beloved citizens, good afternoon..."
Claire Sinclair had little interest in President Lockwood's speech. Just as she was about to reply to his message, her watch began to vibrate violently.
An emergency alert popped up simultaneously on her computer screen and phone—
