Charles walked back into his home, feeling completely worn out. The weight of everything on his shoulders made him feel heavier than he wanted to admit. He had fought hard to get to where he was, but now, everything seemed more complicated than ever. His mind raced with the legal battle he was facing with his father, a fight that was about to start soon. But there was no denying that he had to focus on what mattered most right now – the upcoming election. That was his priority. He couldn’t afford to let anything get in the way of securing his position.As he collapsed onto his bed, he closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind. The threats he had received, the strange occurrences that seemed to follow him wherever he went – all of it had to wait. They would come later. The election, the one thing that stood between him and everything he had ever wanted, had to come first. He couldn’t let distractions throw him off course. Not now.His phone buzzed, pulling him out of his thoughts. He