Fein's smile widened, revealing a glint of ruthlessness behind his composed facade. "Democracy, my dear advisor, is a tool. It is not the end goal. Our purpose is to shape the nation according to our vision, to secure our legacy. The president is but a vessel for our ideals."
The room fell into a contemplative hush as the weight of Fein's words settled upon the advisors. They were well aware of the delicate dance they were part of, a dance where loyalty to Fein superseded all else.
Fein leaned back in his chair, a sense of authority radiating from his every movement. "Remember, my advisors, our influence must remain covert. The public may question, but they shall never truly know the extent of our control. Carry out your duties diligently, and the president's administration will continue to serve our purpose."
