The opulence within the President's Mansion was suffocating: the Venetian crystal chandeliers refracted the morning light into colorful halos, the marble floors were so polished they reflected images, and every three meters on the walls hung a portrait of Noel—from a "hot-blooded youth" who launched a coup to the image of an "absolute leader," it was like a sick exhibition of personal worship.
Sena is a poor country.
For a country so impoverished, the luxury and extravagance of the President's Mansion made it obvious to what extent Noel's corruption had reached.
"Narcissistic and decadent pervert."
Collins squeezed out a comment through his teeth, "No wonder his people want to revolt."
The door to the communication room at the end of the second-floor corridor was ajar, and the static noise unique to radio equipment emanated from within.
