"This is the latest data from last night. A sample size of five thousand, covering each of your districts."
Miller opened the file.
The first page was a line graph.
The red line representing his approval rating showed a terrifying, cliff-like plunge over the past week.
It had dropped from a safe 52% to 37%.
A full fifteen-point drop.
And beside it, another blue line was climbing rapidly.
"Who is this?" Miller asked, pointing at the blue line. His voice was a little hoarse.
"That's my Health Justice candidate."
Leo said nonchalantly.
"He's just an unknown high school teacher in your district. He has no money, no name recognition, and not even a decent campaign team."
"But he does have one thing."
Leo pointed at Miller's chest.
"He has that Red Card."
"His job every day is to drive a bus, take the seniors from your district to Pittsburgh to buy medicine, and then drive them back."
"Every single trip is digging your political grave."
