(complete) Sex, intrigues, lies - the Game is like normal politics, just that now people lose their brain over it. Macbeth meets House of Cards and Game of Thrones in a fantastic ride to the Brexit referendum battled out in the reality TV show envir...
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Despite the time that she had spent with Justin, Hel returned to the headquarters of the Tortoises in time to reprise her role as assistant. She'd even made it there before Angus and Ross with Boris and Michael in tow returned. London certainly had a traffic problem, no matter the hour of the day. Now, that the council started to gather, she found something to do that kept her close, and listened to the ongoing chatter. David was once again sitting with William and Ed.
"Is the matter with the Strategy Chair dealt with? Any news on that?" David inquired while he kept an eye on the other Chairs filing into the room and dispersing onto sofas and armchairs. They all looked like they returned victorious from a hard-fought battle, though not one of them had been even close to the tasks. The smiles and the backslapping froze however, by the mention of the traitorous council member. More ears than just Hel's perked up to catch what was said.
William took his time to reply. He leaned over to refill David's glass. Hel noticed that they had moved on from sherry to champagne. Then, he picked a canape from the selection. "My liege," he started out with as much of a bow as his seated position allowed, "no pictures or video yet. With the flurry of reports on the vote, the news concerning the elimination of the Strategy Chair hasn't caught on so far." He dropped the canape into his mouth and tapped his lips with a napkin, once the canape had gone down his maw. The word elimination had interrupted even the last ongoing whispered conversation. A shudder ran down everybody's spine. It was a council member's worst nightmare, the death in the Game brought about by his own team. With a mix of curiosity and fear with a side of Schadenfreude they listened to catch more details.
William didn't let them down. Still turned to the team-leader, but with a loud enough voice to carry through the room, those attention he now held, he proceeded, "I have spoken with one who witnessed the scene though. He reported that the Chair very frankly admitted to his scheming, when confronted. In contemplation of your death, predicted by the polls, he had meant, so he explained, to make your weakness more obvious, thereby creating a starker contrast to his strength." William laughed at the idea. The other Chairs present chimed in. Some shook their heads at the obvious stupidity of such thoughts. Others raised their glasses cheering David.
Above the murmur William resumed, "He called it the Game and congratulated you on your victory." More glasses were raised and more cheers to the victory resounded. William waited until they rang out before he whispered like he was sharing a secret. "He said that you shall enjoy your time with Boris while it lasts."
A storm of questions bulged, all centering on Boris. Even the other council members had been kept in the dark about the immediate appointment of Boris as successor, Hel noted. William had, very calculated, blasted a bomb by divulging the secret as well as the fact that he had been in the know. Someone asked if that would make Boris second in command, since the old Strategy Chair had held this position, too. William replied with an incredulous look and drew himself up a little higher. He had heard enough and stopped his peers' ruckus with a raised hand.
