“Today is election day, as you all know,” Paul grinned. “Make sure you get out there and vote for the Governor. He’s the only one in this political race that actually cares about Constantina.” The crowd erupted in cheers, much to Bunim’s chagrin. “Do you want us to lose our Europan values?” Paul shouted with mock indignation. “No! This is our land!” the men and women assembled in front of the Governor’s mansion declared in unison. Bunim sighed. He wanted to walk away. Just then he noticed a beguilingly beautiful woman. She had wavy brown hair cascading to well below her shoulders.