Chapter 1: The Experiment!

In the dimly lit office, Zea sat alone, her fingers delicately tracing the photograph of her father. Her mind was consumed with thoughts, her thoughts filled with vengeance. Suddenly, her phone pierced the silence, interrupting her contemplation.

"Hello," she answered, her voice tense.

"It's me," a voice on the other end replied.

"Is the plan still on track?" Zea asked, her tone filled with determination.

"Of course," came the confident response. "We've invested 15 years into this. We won't back down now."

Zea's voice grew even colder. "We can't afford any slip-ups. We need to keep a low profile, avoid raising any suspicions."

"Don't worry," the voice reassured her. "Everything is under control. My mother and uncle have assembled a formidable team. They are the best in the business."

"Good," Zea responded sharply. "And what about the Chief of Staff? Does he still believe in our cause?"

Zea chuckled, a sinister edge to her voice. "Oh, he's still infatuated with me. He has no idea of the depths of my capabilities."

There was a brief pause before the voice asked the next question, "And what about the child? The 10-year-old? How do we handle that?"

A sly smile played across Zea's lips. "We'll take care of it. My mother knows how to keep him occupied. Besides, he's too young to comprehend the gravity of our actions."

"But what happens after? If we succeed, what about your own child, Zea?" the voice inquired cautiously.

"We'll find a way," Zea replied, her voice laced with determination. "But for now, revenge takes precedence. My father was wrongly accused and murdered by the very people he served. The President gave the order to kill him."

She took a deep breath, her words filled with a chilling intensity. "His death won't be in vain. I will avenge him. And no one will stand in my way."

The atmosphere in her office grew even more oppressive. Zea's resolve was unwavering, and her dark intentions hung heavy in the air.

...

In his office, Chief of Staff Aron anxiously sifted through the stacks of papers on his desk, feeling the weight of the impending election bear down on him. The pressure to ensure a seamless process weighed heavily on his shoulders.

As he prepared to immerse himself in his work, a gentle knock interrupted his thoughts. "Come in," he called out.

Cara, one of his senior staffers, entered with a slight knock and an eager smile. "Chief Aron, I didn't mean to disturb you, but I thought you'd like to know that Mat and Zea are doing well."

Aron felt a fleeting sense of relief wash over him. It was a challenge for his son to find stability, and he was glad to hear positive news.

"That's good to hear," Aron responded with a nod. "What are their plans for the next couple of weeks?"

Cara fidgeted with the brim of her hat, her demeanor tinged with nervousness. "Well, Zea is fully committed to the election. She's been tirelessly canvassing and organizing phone banks. And Mat, he wants to spend quality time with both of you, hoping you'll take him somewhere special for his birthday."

Aron chuckled, shaking his head. He should have anticipated Mat's extravagant birthday request.

"Well, it's commendable that Zea is going above and beyond for the election," Aron remarked. "Just make sure Mat doesn't engage in any reckless behavior. He needs to be careful."

"You can count on me,

 Chief," Cara replied, before leaving the office.

Aron smiled softly and returned to his paperwork. Despite the mounting pressure of the approaching election, he found solace in the knowledge that Mat and Zea were content. He believed they would weather the challenges of the coming weeks with resilience.

...

Aron stepped into the Oval Office, a sense of unease enveloping him as he faced the President. The initial warm greeting quickly gave way to a serious demeanor as Aron broached the subject of his plan to ensure the success of the upcoming elections.

The President listened intently, outlining the struggles his campaign faced and the urgent need to boost their numbers before November. He acknowledged the potential in Aron's proposal, expressing his willingness to give it a chance.

Before they could delve deeper into the discussion, Cara's voice crackled over the intercom, urgently requesting a meeting with the President. In that moment, Aron grasped the immense pressure and burden the President bore in his position, empathizing with the weight of his responsibility.

Together, they brainstormed various strategies, collaborating to craft a robust plan to mobilize voters and secure victory in the approaching elections. Through the process, clarity emerged, and Aron felt a renewed sense of purpose.

Aron had been working late nights for the past week, and tonight was no exception. Exhausted, he returned home, intending to surprise Zea and Mat with gifts and a celebratory dinner for Mat's birthday.

To his surprise, Mat was already fast asleep, and the nanny, Jen, was on her way out. Aron thanked her and inquired about Zea's whereabouts.

"Zea left earlier today after receiving an urgent phone call," Jen informed him. "She didn't say goodbye or provide any details about where she was headed."

Concern washed over Aron, but he decided to wait until morning to reach out to Zea's friends and family for assistance. In the meantime, he searched for any clues within their home, hoping to piece together her location. It was then that he noticed Zea's laptop still on the table, an open document titled "The Experiment" catching his eye.