That night,
Both Moi and Waite had trouble sleeping.
Moi even made several phone calls, but Waite didn't pick up.
Eventually, Moi simply stopped calling.
Since battle was inevitable, he wouldn't back down, but he wanted to prove with facts that he, Moi, was not the schemer behind this. To deal with Waite, he didn't need such despicable means.
"I can take you down head-on."
That was Moi's confidence.
He just hoped the situation wouldn't spiral completely out of control.
...
The next day.
Both went to work with dark circles under their eyes.
And they began attacking each other.
At work, in public opinion, in voting, their differences in factions grew more and more apparent, unabashedly so, although the national TV station didn't report anything about "Black Waite" the next day.
But the word had already spread.
