A Threat Before Swearing-In
Three days before the inauguration, nobody was sleeping enough. Not Sebastian.
Not his staff. Not the security teams.
Not even the journalists following every movement of the incoming administration.
The closer the date came, the faster everything seemed to move. Schedules changed hourly. Meetings appeared without warning. Problems multiplied. Every decision felt urgent.Every phone call felt important.
And somewhere beneath all of it, an uneasiness had begun spreading through the transition team. Nobody could fully explain it. But people felt it.
The same way sailors sensed a storm before seeing clouds.
On Thursday morning, Sebastian arrived at headquarters carrying two coffees.
One for himself. One for Elena.
He entered the conference room and immediately stopped. Half the team was already there. Most looked exhausted.
One advisor had fallen asleep sitting upright.
