The next day, Ethan Hawke pushed a whiteboard to the center of the Mayor's Office.
On the whiteboard were nine photos, held in place by black magnets and arranged in two rows.
Below each photo, a name, district number, and a short note were written with a marker.
Leo sat in his chair, twirling a pen in his hand, his gaze sweeping over the faces.
He'd seen most of them on the news. He'd met some backstage at the campaign debates, while others were complete strangers.
But for the next four years, these nine people would decide his fate as mayor.
Roosevelt's voice sounded.
'We won on the streets, we won at the ballot box, and we even sent Carter Wright packing back home.'
'But if you want to pass the budget, if you want to push for the second phase of your revitalization plan, you have to get past this hurdle.'
'The Pittsburgh City Council.'
'In there, your mayoral executive orders are just worthless paper, unless you can get to that magic number.'
