Chapter 399

Night had fallen.

The "distinguished" presidential candidate, Thomas Kress, lay on a soft bed, eyes closed, after wrapping up a full day of online meetings.

Dinner had been East Asian cuisine—perfectly suited to his tastes. In particular, the dish "Squirrel Fish" had delighted him; he ordered eight of them in one go, devouring them alongside his favorite California wine and white bread. After such a feast and a long day of work, the resulting blood sugar spike left him drowsy, and he promptly lay down for an early rest.