The young man is amused to learn that the old codgers at the top of the party still regard themselves as kingmakers . That they cannot conceive of their own obsolescence . The notion that the work of government is hashed out by bespectacled men in committee rooms , or in pubs or outside greasy spoons is so last century . Their new leader had reached out months earlier after becoming aware of the young man ’ s sizeable online following . Or rather , her people had reached out . He soon discovered that she was not the plucky underdog she marketed herself as . Behind her movement were hordes of hired keyboard warriors and billionaire backers . Lobbyists and thinktanks . They were Legion , for they were many . The old man ’ s assumption that she had joined the party because she wanted to benefit from the sage advice of seasoned policymakers was quaint . All she wanted was a brand name – a vehicle to joyride to election victory . Once the young man gave her the names of the conspirators , her position would be all but unshakeable . She would be so grateful .
The old man takes a break from divulging his plans . ‘ I suppose this is all a bit of a surprise to you – your first introduction to the shady world of political machinations – I don ’ t want to tarnish your youthful idealism !’
The young man responds with the most benevolent smile he is capable of . ‘ Oh , don ’ t worry about me . I ’ m incorruptible .’
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