BRAN'S POV*

 

 

Weeks passed, and the day of the new city hall bidding was here. My team and I had worked our asses off for the past weeks in hopes of getting a fitting result.

 

The air in the hall was thick with anticipation and nervous energy. I adjusted the edges of my suit jacket, my heart beating a steady rhythm against my ribs.

 

Months of relentless work, countless late nights fueled by coffee and determination, this was the moment: the New City Hall bidding competition.

 

Pierre, Sophia and my team, small, made up of discarded heads of departments but fiercely dedicated, sat behind me, their faces expressed tension and...