"I don't care what they call me. Thug, agitator, or dictator."
"I only care about results."
Leo picked up the remote and turned up the volume.
"Watch."
Leo pointed at the screen.
"Campbell's defenses are about to collapse. In this country, when the guardians of order can no longer provide it, and the champions of change are the ones holding the bread, the scales of power will tip."
Leo stood up and walked to the window.
Hundreds of miles away in Harrisburg, the fire had already reached the rafters.
This fire would burn down Campbell's cabinet dreams, and it would also burn away the old shackles they tried to lock the steelworkers in.
As for the sparks that landed on his own suit?
Leo adjusted his collar.
He had long since grown accustomed to this kind of heat.
On the path to reshaping order, every part of the process had to be baptized by this raging fire, including himself.
...
The air in the Harrisburg Governor's Mansion was heavy with tension.
