"Stop writing."
Leo strode over, pressed down on Karen's laptop, and snapped it shut with a CLAP.
"Don't write that damned concession speech."
Leo's voice was as cold and hard as iron, full of command.
"The election isn't over."
Murphy, sitting to the side, gave a bitter smile and shook his head.
"Leo, I know you can't accept this. But the data is right here. We've lost. We have to learn to make a graceful exit..."
"To hell with graceful!"
Leo spun around, his finger jabbing toward the screen.
"John, open your damn eyes and look!"
"Ninety-four percent!"
"That means a full six percent of the votes are still sitting in boxes, uncounted!"
"Do you know how many that is? With Pennsylvania's high voter turnout this time, that's at least a hundred thousand votes! A hundred thousand!"
Leo strode up to Murphy, leaned down with his hands on the sofa's armrests, and stared directly into the man's eyes, which were clouded by alcohol and fear.
