Chapter 285 The Vice President

• It was barely past dawn, yet the city vibrated with an energy that felt almost electric. Springfield Presidential Hall, located not far from the Mayor's Office, was a towering structure that opened only a few times a year for Presidential events.
• It wasn't just a building, but a symbol, the grandest venue in the entire region, with its soaring marble columns, crystal chandeliers that could light up a small town, and a main auditorium that could seat thousands.
• Today, it had been transformed into something even more spectacular. Workers had labored through the night, hanging enormous banners in red, white, and blue that fluttered from every balcony.