Evelyn held the official signed voting paper tight against her chest as they rushed out of the big estate into the dark night. Julian kept his right hand clamped hard over his bleeding left arm. His jaw was set in a tight, pain filled line, but he did not complain at all.

Their private driver drove the dark car as fast as the heavy wheels could spin. The car tore through the quiet roads until they safely reached the underground garage of their master house. They rode the fast lift straight to the top floor in total, heavy silence.

The moment the private lift doors opened into the big living...