The politicians were meant to take it slow, to let the issue ferment. To wait and see if the outrage of the public was a fling or something lasting. Only then should they have been launching their investigations.
During this time, Maximilian and his cronies would stall the procedures until he managed to clean house.
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!*
"Sir," the secretary's muffled voice called urgently through the door, "investigators are here!"
Just like the release of Runewoven's and Alexandra's video, the timing was comically cruel.
They hadn't even processed the president's words before the wolves were at the door.
Maximilian's chair screeched backward as he staggered to his feet, all the while his face twisted into madness.
His chest heaved, his breath came in sharp rasps, and his eyes darted wildly across the room like a trapped animal searching for an exit that wasn't there.
