Chapter 1 : Solitary

Finally he was alone. He washed his face at the sink in the corner and he studied his reflection. He took out his handkerchief and wiped out the beads of water. He took a deep breath and tried to gather his thoughts. The last few weeks were a rush, moving from city to city, meeting various people, shaking countless hands. He kept a punishing schedule for this day.
The day had finally come and the result was weighing down on him. Now was the time to take a stock of things and plan for the future. He made a mental note of all things that had to be done.
A knock on the door that interrupted his train of thought. A familiar voice said, "It's time." He gave a quick nod. He had one last look at himself before he left. As he walked towards the podium he managed to hear the the announcer amongst the din of the crowd, "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome our youngest Prime Minister."

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