The day passed quickly, and Martin ascended to the second floor of the house, where he opened the door to his old room. His father had served as a senator for three consecutive terms, which meant Martin moved here when he was ten and continued living with his parents until he was twenty-five.
Martin's family believed in the importance of family bonds and opposed young people living independently at an early age. This belief fostered a strong sense of nostalgia in Martin for this house and this room in particular.
Martin gazed around his room, which had remained unchanged for months; the same arrangement, the same old computer, and the strange posters still hanging on the walls. Martin had refused to alter any of his old belongings, considering his room a place where he could reconnect with his original self whenever he felt lost. A faint smile appeared on his face before he went to bed, hoping to wake up early the next day, as everything depended on his plan.
In such quiet moments, the night passed peacefully, and soon morning came.
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*The Next Day*
*Jack London Cultural Center, San Francisco*
*6:00 PM*
The sun was leaning toward the horizon, casting its golden rays over the Jack London Tower in a warm glow. The tower, with its modern metallic facade and classical touches reminiscent of old European towers, stood elegantly above the San Francisco Bay. It consisted of several layers ending in a transparent glass dome reflecting the blue sky, giving the building a unique charm.
On the top floor, a young woman in her twenties stood gazing thoughtfully out of a floor-to-ceiling glass window. Her long brown hair danced with the cool breeze coming from the sea, and she wore a long gray coat. Her wide eyes absorbed the city sprawling before her like a painting full of intricate details. The narrow streets buzzed with car traffic, and small boats glistened in the dark blue waters of the bay like stars twinkling in the night sky.
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Usually, the tower was deserted and quiet, which gave it a peaceful ambiance, but today was different. The place was buzzing with life and activity, as the Jack London Tower was often used for auctions and selling expensive paintings, taking advantage of such events to gather political figures for making deals or exchanging interests.
But who would have thought that Senator Feinstein would have only one daughter? Harper was the jewel of the family, and the senator loved her deeply, to the extent that he made a special request to use the tower for his daughter's birthday party. Harper was fascinated by Jack London's political orientation, which emphasized the inevitability of class struggle between workers and capitalists. Jack London spent his life promoting socialist ideas and advocating for a workers' revolution, constantly criticizing the capitalist system and exposing its unjust and inhumane laws, calling for the revival and renewal of the spirit of socialism.
Although holding his daughter's birthday party in this place subjected Senator Feinstein to sharp criticism regarding his support for communism, he risked his political reputation to make his only daughter happy.
Senator Feinstein was one of the most influential figures in the Democratic Party, with numerous connections and supporters and a large following among the working class in California. The party even asked him to run in the upcoming presidential elections, but he declined and decided to refrain from running, opting instead to support another candidate.
The guests had already started arriving. The senator had invited numerous politicians and influential businessmen in California, as well as top artists and actors. There were even rumors that he had invited the central bank governor himself this time.
This may have seemed like just an ordinary birthday party, but in reality, it was a showcase of Senator Feinstein's power and political influence, potentially increasing his supporters and the financial backing from major corporations for the Democratic Party in the presidential and local elections.
At the main entrance, several well-dressed servants stood ready to greet the guests, park their cars, and guide them to their assigned seats. A black Cadillac, armored with gold-plated sides, arrived, and a muscular man got out from the driver's seat, opening the right door for the chauffeur. Out stepped a middle-aged man who looked to be in his late fifties, followed by a handsome young man with sharp eyes.
As soon as he glanced at those present, the servants quickly moved toward the car and greeted with a sideways bow, "We welcome Senator Voight and thank him for accepting the invitation." A beautiful maid in her early twenties stepped forward and gestured respectfully with her hand, "I kindly ask the senator to follow me to his table."
Robert turned to Albert and motioned to him, saying, "Let's go..."