"That'll piss off the Construction Union," Sarah warned. "They’re a 'High' influence group this cycle."

Arthur Vance stared at the blinking cursor on his laptop. It was 2:00 AM in a cramped campaign office in Des Moines. Outside, the Iowa wind rattled the windowpane, but inside, the only sound was the hum of a cheap space heater.

Arthur smiled grimly. He clicked the tab. It was time to fight back. In the world of The Political Process, the work was never done—it was just beginning.