Every single word regarding budget appropriations had been made ironclad by those old foxes.
There was no such thing as "default approval."
There was no such thing as "automatic passage."
All clauses pointed to the same conclusion—"Subject to the approval of the City Council."
Moretti's power was built upon millions of words of dense legal text.
It was a fortress.
With no cracks to be found.
「Six in the morning.」
Leo closed the final volume: *Detailed Regulations for Public Works Approvals*.
The SNAP of the pages closing was particularly jarring in the silent office.
He collapsed into his chair, sliding back and letting his head fall against the headrest.
Day was breaking, and the morning light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the messy pile of documents on his desk.
Dust motes danced in the beams of light.
Leo stared at the ceiling, his eyes vacant.
"It doesn't exist."
His voice was dry.
