"Great speech today, Vice Mayor Charles.""Have a good day, Vice Mayor.""We love you, Vice Mayor."Compliments poured forth for the vice mayor, Charles Munrow, as he navigated the throng, his son Malcolm at his side.Having just concluded an address outlining plans to allocate trillions of US dollars for city security against gangs, Vice Mayor Charles Munrow and his son made their way to the sleek, obsidian-hued Bugatti, flanked by seven armed sentinels.Amidst a flurry of camera flashes and journalists wielding microphones, hope hung in the air that the vice mayor might pause for inquiries. However, this was not to be.The door was opened, affording the vice mayor and Malcolm passage to the opulent interior."Feeling alright, Malcolm?" Vice Mayor inquired from his seated position."Yeah, I'm fine, Dad," Malcolm replied, engrossed in his phone and wearing a grin. The vice mayor's curiosity was piqued by his son's amusement. Upon glimpsing the screen, a name stood out boldly: (Kate.)
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