The warm sun shone brightly over the top of the tall glass tower. A soft breeze blew through the beautiful white flowers and pink roses arranged all around the roof garden. Millions of people across the country watched their television screens, holding their breath to hear what the most powerful man in the world was about to say.

Julian Vance held the golden microphone in his right hand. He stood tall and handsome in his dark suit, his broad shoulders squared and his face full of deep, serious love. He did not look at the thousands of rich guests sitting in the velvet chairs. He did not look at the...