Aston Monroe was probably lost in the illusion of power, thinking he had become the master of this land.
'You'd better be smart about this, Aston.'
Leo stared at the departing National Guard vehicles outside the window, his internal voice flat and nearly ruthless.
'Don't think that just because you're wearing the governor's skin, you're a real king. I put you in that chair with my own two hands, and I can just as easily kick you right out of it.'
If Monroe dared to play any games with Luigi's pardon, or tried to turn on him after securing his position, Leo would make sure the new governor set an even more embarrassing record.
The shortest-serving governor in history.
He set the rules, and he dictated the tempo.
In this game called Pennsylvania, no one could step outside the circle he had drawn.
Not even the governor.
...
「Harrisburg. The Governor's Office.」
Aston Monroe sat behind the desk that had once belonged to Bob Campbell.
