The night before the election was when the magic happened. It was the last hurrah before the election, so the candidates were either relaxing by then, or doing everything they can last minute.
And for Alistair, why would he pick 1 when he can have both?
Inside a private room of an upscale restaurant, Alistair was sitting across from another man at a dining table. A set of expensive food was in front of them, as well as an open bottle of wine that cost a few thousand dollars.
The man across from him was Director Palce. He was the head of the city's Election Administration Office. In simple terms, he was the one responsible for overseeing how the entire election would be conducted across the city.
He was the one who approved of polling stations, ballot handling, and even vote counting procedures. Everything ultimately passed through him before it was announced to the public.
