Chapter 147 Mayor who?

***Gideon***

The loft doesn’t feel like mine tonight.

It feels like a command center.

Screens glow across the long table. Files are stacked in neat, deliberate rows. The city hums beyond the glass, distant and irrelevant. Up here, everything narrows to voices, decisions, and the quiet understanding that whatever is said in this room is going to ripple outward..

I don’t sit.

I stand at my desk, han