VLADIMIR
Within the hallowed chamber of my office, shadows danced beneath the gentle flicker of chandeliers, lending an air of somber grandeur to the scene. Frustration coursed through my veins, and I couldn't stifle it any longer. With an exasperated fury, I flung the incriminating documents onto the lengthy mahogany table that separated us.
"What in God's name is this?" I barked, my voice a thunderclap of irritation. The council members, who had grown accustomed to my calm and collected demeanor, were surprised by my sudden outburst of rage. Their collective gasps and widened eyes spoke volumes; they had seldom, if ever, witnessed such a display of my fiery ire.
The cause of my vexation was clear as day—the relentless campaign they had waged against Taylor. This was not the first time
