The politicians were meant to take it slow, to let the issue ferment. To wait and see if the outrage of the public was a fling or something lasting. Only then should they have been launching their investigations.
During this time, Maximilian and his cronies would stall the procedures until he managed to clean house.
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!*
"Sir," the secretary’s muffled voice called urgently through the door, "investigators are here!"
Just like the release of Runewoven’s and Alexandra’s video, the timing was comically cruel.
They hadn’t even processed the president’s words before the wolves were at the door.
Maximilian’s chair screeched backward as he staggered to his feet, all the while his face twisted into madness.
His chest heaved, his breath came in sharp rasps, and his eyes darted wildly across the room like a trapped animal searching for an exit that wasn’t there.
"Alexandra..." he hissed under his breath. "She was mine. She was supposed to kneel, to beg... not betray me. Not crawl into bed with those... those gutter rats."
He clutched at his thinning hair and let out a manic laugh that silenced even the four shareholders. "Kaiden Grey... oh, the noble hero, the upstart! He’s nothing but a leech, a fraud, a piece of shit lucky enough to stumble into power! They don’t see it. They never see it!"
Then his voice dropped, full of obsession. "But her. The pink-haired whore. Nyx Cosmos. She’s the worst one. The demon of temptation! I see it clearly now! She whispers into my ears in my sleep, forces me to make mistakes, all the while she spreads her legs for another man like the true whore she is!"
The knock at the door thundered again.
"Sir," the secretary’s muffled voice called urgently through the wood, "investigators are here!"
...
The feed of the president cut out, and the room fell into a hushed quiet.
Kaiden leaned back into the couch with arms stretched along the backrest, resting his arms on Aria’s and Luna’s shoulders on either side of him while his eyes fixed on the blank screen. For a moment, even he had nothing to say.
It was Alexandra who broke the silence as she whispered, extremely softly and tenderly, "It’s really happening, isn’t it...?"
Her voice trembled, eyes thick with tears as she stared at the television. The empire and the man who had shackled her were finally crumbling before her very eyes. Her lips quivered as though she still didn’t believe it. "I’m... free, aren’t I?"
Beside her, Nyx squeezed her hand with utmost gentleness.
She wasn’t smirking or preening in victory despite being also the victim of Maximilian and ChronosX. Instead, her attention was locked entirely on Alexandra. Still, the fire in her eyes betrayed the exhilaration running through her.
"You are free, Blondie. And, yes, of course it’s happening," Nyx replied with a tender tone. "He doesn’t know who he’s messing with. I bet he still thinks of us as dumb kids way out of our league. Well..." she gave a dark little laugh, "he might finally realize how wrong that is. But it’s a little too late now."



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