The words sink into Naomi, Maria, and Tara like a cold, sharp bde. Each of them feels the sting differently, yet all of them are forced to confront the uncomfortable truth behind Rina’s taunting remarks. The silence that follows is thick, and it’s clear that each of them is caught in their own internal turmoil, reevaluating their worth in the face of Hezri’s overwhelming success.

  Naomi sits back, her lips pressed into a tight line. The anger that had fred earlier in her chest starts to burn out, repced by something darker. She’s always been the strategist, the one who maniputes the rules of the game, but Rina’s words feel like a harsh spotlight on the weakness she’s been ignoring. She’s achieved so much in her life—built a career, a network, a voice—but now she’s questioning: What has she really accomplished? She thought she could control the media, shift narratives, but compared to Hezri, what is it worth? He didn’t just manipute; he commanded nations. Naomi’s proud, dismissive nature starts to crack, repced by a rare flicker of doubt.

  Maria crosses her arms tightly, a knot forming in her stomach. Her reputation as a power pyer in the political world is something she’s built from the ground up, but in that moment, she feels smaller, less significant. She’s always fought for control, used her position to push others aside and climb higher, but the scale of Hezri’s success is something she can't touch. How can I fight for power when a single man has it all? She swallows hard, trying to suppress the feeling of inadequacy creeping in. Her defiance isn’t as strong anymore—something about Rina’s words has shaken her core. Maybe I’ve been pying small games, thinking too locally, while Hezri is shifting the entire ndscape. She’s left with the bitter taste of realization that she might have been fighting all along for a pce in a world that doesn’t truly need her.

  Tara stares into her coffee cup, her fingers twitching against the mug. As the most guarded of the three, she’s spent her life learning how to protect herself, how to stay loyal to the people she cares about, but Rina’s words pierce through that. Tara’s protective instincts kick in, but the realization that she’s never had the kind of power Hezri wields hits her hard. I’ve always been a cog in the machine, she thinks, but Hezri? He is the machine. She’s always prided herself on her strength, her ability to keep her people safe, but compared to Hezri’s reach, her power feels insignificant. In that moment, her sense of security—the thing that has always anchored her—feels fragile, like it could crumble at any moment.

  As Rina watches them, a knowing look passes over her face. She’s been baiting them, and it’s clear the hook has caught deep. Naomi, Maria, and Tara are all questioning their own worth, reevaluating their actions, their careers, their pce in the world. Hezri, a man with so much power, a man who has redefined the rules, is no longer just a distant figure to them. In the cold light of reality, he becomes something tangible, someone they cannot ignore anymore.

  They may not admit it openly, but each of them is starting to wonder: Could they be more like him? Could they, too, reshape the world, rewrite the rules? Or would they forever remain pawns in a game far beyond their control?

  The silence lingers, heavy with the weight of their thoughts.

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  Naomi breaks the silence first, her voice lower than usual, but ced with a surprising hint of respect. “I can’t deny it,” she admits, her tone carrying a subtle shift in her usual confident demeanor. “You’re right. Hezri has done what we all wish we could. I’ve pyed in the media, pulled strings, maniputed narratives... but I haven’t built anything on his scale. I’ve been looking for ways to change the system from the inside, but maybe... maybe I’ve been too limited. Maybe I’ve been too proud of small victories.” She leans back, her eyes momentarily distant, as though she’s seeing herself from an entirely new perspective. "I don't like it, but I have to admit—he's done something we haven't. I’ve underestimated what it takes to change the game."

  Maria, feeling the sting of Rina’s words, clenches her fists. She’s always prided herself on being the one who rises above, but now, something in her breaks. Her usual bravado falters. “I’ve spent years building networks, creating power moves,” she mutters, her voice not as forceful as it normally is. “But I’ve always been reacting. Fighting against the system, trying to rise above it... but Hezri? He didn’t just rise; he redefined it. He’s not trying to fit in; he’s made a new world. And I—” She pauses, frustrated, unsure of how to continue. “I’ve been fighting for pieces while he’s been taking the whole damn thing.” Her eyes meet Rina’s, a quiet admission in her gaze. “I get it now. You’re right, Rina. He’s on a whole other level. And maybe that’s what we need to learn if we’re really going to change anything.”

  Tara shifts in her seat, visibly uncomfortable, but there’s a new edge to her that wasn’t there before. She’s not one to let herself feel vulnerable, but Rina’s words have stripped away her defenses. “I’ve always done my best to protect my people, keep them safe,” she says, her voice betraying a rare crack. “But... maybe that’s been too small. Too narrow. Hezri doesn't just protect; he controls. He commands the ndscape, shapes the world around him. And here I am, still trying to keep everything in its pce. I... I never thought of it that way. He’s not just a powerful man—he’s someone who has mastered the game. Maybe I’ve been looking at power all wrong." She shakes her head, her voice growing firmer but tinged with doubt. "I don’t know if I can become someone like him, but damn... he has something none of us have. Something that makes us look like amateurs."

  The three women sit there, words hanging in the air between them, the weight of Rina’s provocations slowly settling into their minds. They’ve been forced to confront their own egos, their own beliefs about power, and how they’ve measured themselves against the towering figure of Hezri. For a brief moment, the walls of their pride and self-assurance crack, allowing them to see the scope of his influence and success in a way they hadn’t before.

  They all know one thing now: Hezri isn’t just a man to be dismissed. Whether they like it or not, they’ve been forced to reckon with the uncomfortable truth of his power. And as the silence stretches, the uneasy question lingers in their minds—what does it mean to be a woman in a world where a man like Hezri reshapes everything?

  Rina’s gaze sharpens as she leans forward, her voice dropping to a near whisper, but ced with intensity. “You know, you’re all sitting here pretending like you’re above it. Above him. But let’s face it: what if it’s not beneath you at all?” She watches them closely, sensing their shifting emotions. "What if being his lover, even his thirtieth lover, could be the very thing that opens doors you never even knew existed? Think about it—Hezri doesn’t just have power; he creates it. If you're with him, even in a role you look down on, you’re in the heart of it all. He doesn't just take power; he gives it to the people around him who can handle it."

  She pauses, allowing the weight of her words to sink in. The women are silent, their expressions unreadable, but the tension in the room is palpable. Rina smirks slightly, as though she’s testing them. “You’ve all worked hard to be in your positions. You’ve climbed, fought, maniputed. But what has it really brought you? Maria, you’ve gained power... but can you say it’s the kind of power Hezri has? Naomi, you’ve maniputed the media, but you’re still pying in a system that he is changing. Tara, you’re loyal to your cause, but where’s the kind of influence that can reshape a country?” She leans back, eyes never leaving theirs. “But with Hezri? You’d be part of something bigger than you’ve ever imagined. And it wouldn't just be sex or status—it’d be a partnership, however unorthodox it may seem.”

  Her words strike deep. She continues, now speaking with a quieter, but more urgent, edge. “Becoming one of his lovers isn’t just about sex—it’s about positioning yourself at the very top. He’s building something monumental, and you could either be part of that or stay where you are, limited by your own pride and self-imposed rules. His thirtieth lover, his fiftieth—it doesn’t matter. It’s not about being 'one of many.' It’s about being with the person who is actually making the world bend to his will, and with him, you could make the world bend to yours, too.”

  She watches as the words take hold, seeing the flicker of realization in their eyes. “You think you’re too good for him. But if you really understood the scale of his power, you’d realize that just by being in his orbit—by letting go of your own narrow definitions of worth—you can access the kind of influence most people will never even dream of. So, what are you really willing to risk? Your pride? Your image? Or are you ready to do what it takes to be at the center of power?”

  Rina’s voice softens, almost coaxing now. “This is bigger than you, bigger than me. But Hezri’s made it clear—if you can prove you’re useful, he’ll give you a pce in his world. His thirty-first lover? Maybe. His thirtieth? Absolutely. If that’s what it takes, then so be it.”

  The women exchange looks, and though they don’t speak immediately, the question lingers in the air, a powerful, unsettling truth: What is worth more to them—their pride or a chance to wield real power with Hezri?

  The women sit in silence for a long moment, the weight of Rina’s words settling into their minds. Each of them processes it in their own way, but the underlying truth has cut through their initial resistance.

  Naomi, ever the strategist, is the first to break the silence, her voice thoughtful. “You’re right. The pride... the image... it's just a facade, isn't it? We’ve all built something for ourselves, but compared to what Hezri controls... it’s nothing. Power is everything. If we can be in his orbit, even in a position most people would scoff at, it would still be more than what we have now.” She exhales, a reluctant admission. “It’s not about being his lover, per se. It’s about what being his lover represents. Influence. Access. The ability to shape things that we can't even dream of right now. And that... that’s something worth pursuing.”

  Maria leans back, her expression a mixture of frustration and realization. “I’ve been trying to push, push, push to make my own path, to rally people to my cause. But, hell, Hezri’s already ahead of me. I’m just fighting to catch up, while he’s... rewriting everything. If he can give me the kind of power he’s got, what’s my pride worth? My real worth would be in getting that power for myself and using it. If I have to put my ego aside, then so be it.” Her eyes harden. “I won’t let pride stand in the way of something real. We could be a part of something much bigger than what we've been doing on our own.”

  Tara, who has been silent up until now, finally speaks, her voice more subdued but full of a quiet understanding. “I’ve been protecting the people I care about, keeping them safe, but I can’t protect them from the world as it’s becoming. Hezri... He’s not just a man. He’s creating something that might actually give me the tools I need to really make a difference. I used to think loyalty meant keeping my distance from people like him, but if I’m honest... Hezri’s got the kind of power that could change everything. Maybe it’s time to stop pying by old rules.” She meets Rina’s gaze, her decision clear in her eyes. “I could be useful to him. And that... that’s more important than anything I’ve been holding on to.”

  Rina watches them carefully, sensing that her words have struck their mark. The pride, the self-imposed boundaries they’ve clung to—they are beginning to crumble. In their eyes, she sees something new—a shift, a quiet but unmistakable understanding that power, in its rawest form, is more valuable than all the resistance they had once held.

  With a subtle nod, she responds, her voice calm but knowing. “Exactly. Power is everything. And Hezri... Hezri is the kind of man who can give you that. His thirtieth lover, his fiftieth—hell, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’ve got a seat at the table. You’re no longer pying in the background, you’re with the one who’s changing the game. And that? That’s worth more than any pride you’ve got left.”

  ***

  The next morning, Rina arrives at their shared lodging with an aura of purpose and a change in tone—less pyful, more assertive. Dressed in a sleek sand-colored bzer, sungsses tucked into her colr, she taps her phone and grins.

  “Get ready, dies. We’re going to a Leadership Development Program event. University of Western Texas. West campus. It’s a recruiting ground for the new LDP intake—young minds, ambitious women, reforming men. And more importantly, a pce where Hezri’s presence is... felt.”

  Naomi squints. “You mean his recruiters will be there?”

  “Oh, more than recruiters,” Rina replies smoothly. “Mentors. Speakers. Former rebels turned policymakers. This is where women are seen—where the right ones get plucked for future roles. Even concubines, if you’re open-minded enough.”

  Maria raises a brow, intrigued despite herself. “And we’ll just... walk in?”

  “We’ll glide in,” Rina says with a smirk. “I already RSVP’d for all of us as part of the Independent Transition Cohort. VIP access. You’ll get to see how power is taught, absorbed, transferred. Don’t act impressed. Just observe. Learn the rhythm.”

  Later that afternoon, the university grounds are abuzz. Large minimalist banners with the LDP sigil—an interwoven torch and olive branch—flutter across walkways. Inside the main lecture hall, warm lighting, elevated ptforms, and rows of sharply dressed students create an atmosphere of quiet reverence. Screens fsh phrases like “Reform is Influence,” “Strength is Submission,” and “Loyalty Moves Nations.”

  The three women follow Rina through the atrium. Naomi notices the subtle hierarchy—young women in tailored dresses taking notes, military-adjacent men running logistics, a few older women in veils whispering into comms. There’s an aura of discipline—but not rigidity. Power flows here, but not loudly.

  Rina leans close as they pass a velvet rope and nods toward a side panel titled “Strategic Wives & Partners in Governance.” “That panel’s where things get real,” she says. “No illusions. Just a conversation about loyalty, sex, statecraft, and what it takes to be chosen.”

  Tara lingers by a dispy featuring profiles of previous LDP alumni: ministers, media influencers, even personal aides to Hezri himself. One profile features a gmorous photo of Zara Lin, captioned: “From Labor Activist to National Thought Leader: The Harem Uprising.”

  Rina tilts her head. “Still think being his thirtieth is an insult?”

  The air is electric, intoxicating. For the first time, Naomi, Maria, and Tara begin to feel the weight of proximity—not just to power, but to a new kind of womanhood, one aligned with the rising order.

  And Rina, ever watchful, smiles silently to herself. The real test was never words—it was exposure.

  ...

  The event hall in Western Texas buzzes with an air of intellectual ambition, its polished walls decorated with sleek dispys of motivational quotes about leadership and reform. The LDP's branding—an elegant fusion of tradition and progress—echoes in every corner. The crowd of students, activists, and political hopefuls are dressed sharply, a mix of casual yet elegant styles that reflect both their ambition and the subtle discipline of the LDP’s influence. No one would guess that this is a stage for 6C’s ideological grooming. The underlying currents of power run beneath the surface, unnoticed by the untrained eye.

  Naomi, sharp as ever, takes in the room. She watches Zara Lin, the famous influencer, speaking at a side panel titled “Strategic Leadership in Gender Reform.” Zara's confident smile, her poise as she talks about empowering women, the importance of rethinking traditional gender roles—there is nothing outwardly controversial. She exudes the polished charm of someone whose every word is carefully curated to inspire.

  “What’s she really selling here?” Naomi mutters under her breath, a glint of suspicion in her eyes.

  Maria watches Zara, her gaze lingering on the woman’s every move. "It’s too... seamless. Too controlled. She’s speaking about empowerment, but you can tell, the words feel like they were stitched together to manipute." She pauses. “She’s promoting something deeper than just women’s rights. It’s more like... subtle brainwashing, conditioning.”

  Zara’s voice continues to rise in the background. “Feminism doesn’t need to be divisive, dies and gentlemen. It’s about bance, respecting the systems we’re part of, and redefining our roles to fit the needs of our greater society. And trust me, society needs order—a new kind of order that empowers us all…”

  Maria’s gaze narrows. “Order. That’s what she’s selling. They want control, not liberation. I can feel it.”

  Naomi, more accustomed to spotting hidden agendas, nods. "Yeah. She’s not here to promote freedom. She’s here to make people think freedom is only possible within a structured system. And that system just happens to look an awful lot like 6C."

  Before they can dive deeper into their observations, a woman approaches them, her sharp heels clicking on the floor, drawing their attention. She’s dressed in a well-tailored navy blue dress, her bck hair pulled back in a smooth, controlled ponytail. It’s Morgan Yates.

  Morgan’s eyes scan the group with a look of subtle recognition as if she knows who they are and has anticipated their arrival. There’s something about her that exudes both charm and calcuting intelligence—an expert maniputor who knows how to py both sides of the coin. She extends a hand to each of them with a practiced smile.

  "Rina’s told me you’d be joining us today," Morgan says, her voice soft, almost welcoming, but there's a flicker in her eyes that hints at something more calcuting beneath the surface. "I’ve been looking forward to meeting you, dies. I must admit, I’m curious about your thoughts on what’s unfolding here."

  Maria shakes her hand first, her gaze lingering on Morgan. "It’s... intriguing. This doesn’t feel like what I expected. I thought it would be more overt. But the control is subtle. It's in the air, like a smell you can’t quite pce."

  Morgan ughs lightly, as if Maria’s comment amuses her. “Yes, it’s all about finesse. You’ll learn soon enough that 6C doesn’t need to be loud to have influence. Power speaks through subtlety, through ideas. And right now, we’re shaping the future—not just of Texas, but of the country.”

  Naomi leans in, clearly more skeptical. “And what exactly are you shaping it into? Because from where I’m standing, it looks like a system built on control. Is that what this is? A ptform for Hezri to expand his reach?”

  Morgan’s smile doesn’t falter, though there’s a quiet steeliness to her eyes as she meets Naomi’s challenge head-on. “You’re not wrong. It’s a ptform for people who understand how to move with the world, not against it. Hezri didn’t just take over 20 states by chance. He saw opportunity where others saw stagnation. He doesn’t force people into compliance. He gives them a reason to want to comply. He offers them power, influence, and belonging.”

  Maria gnces at Naomi, raising an eyebrow. "And you’re okay with that? With how everything is changing—how these women are being groomed into something they don’t even fully understand?"

  Morgan’s eyes fsh, but her voice remains calm and measured. "You think they don’t understand? You underestimate how sharp people are when they realize what’s at stake. People want stability, direction, meaning. And Hezri offers all of that. What’s happening here is not just about women. It’s about the future of power, of governance. If you’re smart, you’ll realize that aligning with something like this isn’t a betrayal—it’s the way forward.”

  There’s an almost magnetic pull to her words—something in the way she speaks, with complete conviction, makes it hard to ignore her argument. Maria and Naomi exchange a gnce, their doubts still lingering, but the truth of Morgan’s words tugs at them in ways they hadn’t expected.

  Morgan notices the flicker of hesitation in their expressions. “I understand. It’s a lot to take in. But let me ask you this—what is the alternative? The old systems are crumbling. Your loyalty to them? It’s holding you back. If you really want to be a part of something meaningful, you’ll have to let go of your pride. You have to be willing to step into the future... or you’ll be left behind.”

  Rina, who has been quietly observing the exchange, steps forward now. “Morgan’s right. You’re here to make a choice. Not just for yourself, but for what you want to see in this world. Hezri is changing it—whether you want to admit it or not. Now, the question is: Do you want to be a part of it, or not?”

  Morgan watches them, clearly gauging their reactions, a small, knowing smile tugging at her lips. “Take your time. We all come to this moment at different times. But, remember—time is never on your side. The world won’t wait for you to catch up.”

  As Morgan moves on, Rina’s words linger in the air, a silent challenge that hangs over them as they watch the power pyers move seamlessly through the event. They’re beginning to see the truth in what Rina and Morgan are saying, and the realization slowly settles in—their choices are narrowing, and the weight of the future is heavier than they ever expected.

  ....