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The murmur in the audience swelled as the anticipation for the final segment of the night grew. The debate had been tense, the policy presentations clear and direct, but now came the most unpredictable part—the question and answer portion.

Moderator Edward Calloway stood at the center of the stage, his expression neutral but commanding.

"This portion will allow members of the audience, selected at random, to pose direct questions to the candidates. The candidates will have two minutes to respond, and there will be no rebuttals."

The rules were simple, but the impact could be significant. Unlike rehearsed speeches, this would test their ability to think on their feet.

A theater usher stepped forward, carrying a microphone. Calloway gestured toward the front rows.

"We will begin with our first question. Please state your name and your question clearly."

A man in his mid-forties stood, adjusting his vest before taking the microphone. His voice was strong, carrying through the hall.

"My name is Harold Greaves. I'm a factory worker from New Manchester, and my question is this: Both of you have spoken about the economy, but what will you do to ensure that ordinary workers like me can have stable wages and fair working conditions?"

Calloway turned to Royce. "Mr. Royce, you may answer first."

Royce nodded, offering a charming smile.

"Mr. Greaves, I appreciate your hard work, and let me be very clear—under my presidency, your wages will increase."

A few murmurs rippled through the crowd.

"For too long, businesses have been burdened by excessive regulations, which have made it harder to expand, harder to hire more workers, and yes—harder to pay higher wages. My plan is simple: Cut unnecessary restrictions, allow industries to grow freely, and you will see a booming economy where wages naturally rise because businesses will thrive."

He turned slightly toward Hesh.

"The current administration believes in controlling the economy from the top. I believe in freeing it for you." Your next journey awaits at My Virtual Library Empire

Royce stepped back, his supporters clapping.

Calloway nodded and turned to Hesh. "Mr. President, your response?"

Matthew stepped forward, his posture firm.

"Mr. Greaves, I respect your hard work, and I want to tell you something very directly—your wages are not low because of regulations. They are low because for years, business owners were given all the power while workers were left behind."

A stronger reaction from the audience this time.

"My administration raised the minimum wage, implemented fair labor laws, and ensured that business owners could not exploit their workers. That was not government interference—that was protecting the people."

He gestured toward Royce.

"My opponent speaks of 'freeing' industries. But let's be honest—what he means is returning power to the same men who would cut your wages the first chance they get. I believe in a strong economy, but not one that depends on sacrificing the worker."

More applause, this time from his supporters.

Calloway let the reaction settle before moving on.

"Our second question."

A young woman stood, gripping the microphone tightly. She looked nervous but determined.

"My name is Eleanor Dawson. My question is for both of you. We've heard a lot about the military tonight, but my husband is in the Army, and I want to know—if elected, will you commit to supporting soldiers even after they leave service? Veterans have been forgotten for too long."

Calloway gestured toward Hesh. "Mr. President, you may begin."

Matthew's gaze softened.

"Mrs. Dawson, first, let me say this—thank you. Thank you to your husband for his service, and thank you to you for standing by him. The sacrifices made by our soldiers and their families should never be ignored."

A few nods from the audience.

"My administration has already taken steps to protect our veterans. We have increased pensions, improved healthcare access, and expanded mental health services for returning soldiers. But I will be honest—we can do more. If re-elected, I will push for a Veteran Support Act to ensure that no soldier is left behind after they take off their uniform."

He met Eleanor's gaze.

"Amerathia is built on the backs of those who defend it. And I promise you, Mrs. Dawson, I will fight for them as fiercely as they have fought for us."

Applause, steady and firm.

Calloway turned to Royce. "Mr. Royce, your response?"

Royce, ever the politician, nodded respectfully.

"Mrs. Dawson, I also want to express my gratitude for your husband's service. Our soldiers are the backbone of this nation. And that is precisely why I believe we need a stronger military."

His tone shifted.

"But let's be clear—veterans are struggling today because our military has been weakened. When a nation does not prioritize its armed forces, the government stops investing in those who serve."

He spread his arms slightly.

"As President, I will expand our military budget, ensuring higher pay for active soldiers, better resources, and post-service benefits. The best way to support veterans is to ensure they serve in a nation that truly values them."

More applause, mostly from his supporters.

Calloway nodded. "Next question."

An older man with silver hair stood, his cane resting beside him. His voice was deep and commanding.

"My name is Samuel Kent. I've lived through wars, political turmoil, and all the promises made by leaders. I want to ask you both one thing—what will Amerathia look like in four years if you win?"

The audience hushed.

Calloway turned to Royce. "Mr. Royce, you may begin."

Royce inhaled deeply, then smiled.

"Mr. Kent, four years from now, Amerathia will be the strongest nation in the world."

A pause.

"Our economy will be unmatched. Our industries limitless. Our military respected and feared. We will no longer be a nation hesitant to take action—we will lead. We will dominate."

He stepped forward.

"I offer Amerathia a future of power, prosperity, and progress. If you elect me, I will reshape this nation into an empire worthy of history."

Thunderous applause.

Calloway turned to Hesh. "Mr. President?"

Matthew took a steady breath.

"Mr. Kent, four years from now, Amerathia will be stronger, but not because of fear."

He let that sink in.

"Our economy will be thriving—not by unchecked greed, but because every Amerathian, from factory workers to farmers, will share in our success."

He pointed toward the audience.

"Our military will be prepared and modernized—not for conquest, but to protect every citizen in this country."

Another pause.

"And Amerathia will not be feared—we will be respected. Because we will be a beacon of justice, prosperity, and integrity."

The audience reacted—not as loudly as Royce's, but it was clear Hesh's words had weight.

Calloway allowed the applause to settle.

"That concludes our question and answer segment. Ladies and gentlemen, you have heard both candidates. The choice ahead is yours."

The audience remained divided, some standing in excitement, others murmuring amongst themselves.

As the night ended, both candidates knew—this election would not be won on words alone. The real battle was in the election.