Chapter 16 Belly Of The Beast

• The McAllistor campaign headquarters towered over Midtown like a monolith of clean-cut politics and carefully constructed power. The outside gleamed in mirrored glass and steel, polished to reflect only the most curated truths. Inside, it was all marble floors and stark lighting, the hum of fluorescent bulbs blending with the sound of campaign staff scurrying to meet deadlines. Banners of Jameson McAllistor’s face lined the walls, bearing phrases like Integrity. Legacy. Leadership.
• Brandy felt like she was walking into the belly of the beast.
• She stepped off the elevator in a navy-blue coat over a fitted cream sweater and jeans, boots clicking against the stone tiles. Konstantine was beside her, black suit impeccable, eyes sharp beneath the low brim of his gaze. If Brandy was a storm waiting to crack the sky open, he was the thunder that promised to follow.