Frank is dead, but I'm alive.
As the first female president of the United States, I sit on the coldest throne in the White House, with the ruins of the Shepard family at my feet and a crumbling energy empire behind me. I thought I had drawn a red line of power called the "killing line" and used loopholes in ICE immigration and underlying medical big data to precisely trim the country's rotten foundation.
But when the smell of oak cigars that disappeared in the fire filled the office again, and when the Anthem Academy ring that should have been buried deep in the ground appeared on Li Weiming's desk, I realized: the dead man had never really left.
He hid behind every string of code in the "Sentinel" system, and controlled my every step like a ghost director through those cold-blooded monitoring instructions. Is he helping me stabilize my empire, or is he looking for the perfect sacrifice?
Power is an island made of cards. One step up is the crowning, one step back is the abyss. Frank, since you want to play this life-and-death game, then understand clearly - I have the final say on the current surname of this room.
I am not anyone's Mrs. Underwood, I am the final winner.
