I looked into the full-length mirror in front of me. For the past fifteen minutes I’ve been going back and forth between whether I should button my blazer or not. Huffing out in annoyance, I decided to just leave it unbuttoned, to give myself a friendlier appearance. I unbutton the black buttons on my light gray blazer and adjusted my dark blue tie, loosening it slightly so it’s not choking me. Giving myself a once-over, I take in my appearance as i’m staring in the smear. Starting at my hair, I look at my high taper fade haircut. My eyes move down to my light gray suit, noticing how my dark blue tie stands out against the white shirt beneath it. My eyes land on my dark brown leather shoes with black socks underneath them. Satisfied with how I look, I walk towards the door that leads to the backstage area I’m supposed to be waiting to get called up . Placing my hand on the brass door handle, I take a deep breath and put on a charming smile. I pull the door open and walk out. Just as I walk out of the room I was giving to get ready in, everyone stops to look at me. Some look at me with happiness and pride shining in their eyes. Others, well, I couldn’t win everyone. I give a quick nod to those who stopped to look at me and just like that, everything is plunged straight back into chaos. I weave my way through all of the people backstage and make my way to the area I’m supposed to stand until I’m supposed to go on stage. As I get closer, I hear the sound of someone talking to the crowd of people waiting to meet their new mayor. I look down at my watch and read the time. 10:45. A smug smile slips onto my face as I realize that this is really happening. I’m the new mayor. I snap out of my trance just in time to hear the words I knew were coming. “Introducing your new mayor, Jacob Mills,”. Just as I’m about to walk out onto the stage, a hand grabs my arms and pulls me back. When I turn around to see who it is, my smile immediately falls off my face. “Wade,” I growl at the man in front of me. My only opponent in this electoral race. The man who almost took this from me. “You don’t deserve this,” he growls right back at me. “A bet’s a bet,” I respond, feeling a smug grin slip back onto my face. “Now,” I say yanking my arm out of his hold, “Wouldn’t want to keep the people waiting, would we?” Wade made the mistake of agreeing to a bet I came up with. It was simple, whoever had majority of the people’s votes, by the time we were two months away from the time of the final voting phase, won. The other runner would drop out of the race, without explanation. Safe to say, I won the bet. Even though a lot of my votes were fake, he never should have challenged me to a bet. Being an assassin means I have many contacts. Easy win. I walk away before he can respond and feel my smile grow wider as I hear the cheers of the people in the crowd, when I walk out. I look out into the crowd of people who are here, despite how cold it is, and see a sea of different colored coats packed tightly together, trying to keep warm in the cold Chicago weather. I send a small wave to the crowd, hearing the thin layer of snow crunching beneath my feet. I see my breath float in front of me, making a small cloud in the chilling November temperatures. I walk up to the podium and look at the mass of people in front of me, ready to start my speech.