YOU WERE IN THE ROOM

He was supposed to be finished. Cut out of the room.Written off.Forgotten. But that night—he walked back in. On the list, next to his name: “Temporary Staff.” No one greeted him. They watched. Not to welcome him—but to see if he could survive the table. This wasn’t a dinner. It was a test. Politicians. Developers. Donors. Lawyers.The people who don’t just play the game—they own the board. And then there were the women. The one who controls the narrative.The one who already betrayed him.The one who shouldn’t be here—but is.The one who might destroy him if he slips. They don’t trust him. They don’t protect him. They get close—just to see how far he’ll bend. Glass after glass. Not a toast. A measurement. How much can he take?How much can he swallow—before he breaks? He doesn’t refuse. Because in this city,if no one’s using you… you’re already dead. And while everyone at the table thinkshe’s there to earn his way back— He’s already reading the room. Learning the angles. Tracking the cracks. Because the most dangerous man in the roomis never the one in control. It’s the onewho was never supposed to come back. They think they’re testing him.They don’t realize—he’s already hunting them.