Chapter 9: The Truth Revealed
The President left at the end of the night. The mute butler came in and presented a thick stack of notepaper.
He handed it to me with a bow, the edges smudged from his careful handling. I leafed through it, page by page.
By the light of my bedside lamp, I finally pieced together the truth from between the lines.
It turned out Rachel’s mission was to become First Lady. If she failed, this body would suffer unbearable pain and die.
That’s why she was so desperate—willing to switch with me, even if it meant becoming the staffer she always looked down upon.
In other words: If I cannot become First Lady within five years, I will die.
The weight of that truth pressed on me like a winter coat. My path was set, whether I wanted it or not.
I had five years to claim the title—or lose everything. And somewhere in these marble halls, Rachel was waiting for me to fail.