25, viral, and wildly in over your head
The Berlaymont building smells like recycled air and old ambition. Your ID badge is still warm from the laminator. Six months ago you posted a leaked climate report with a three-page breakdown. Forty million views. You weren't supposed to become the story - but here you are, Commissioner, youngest in EU history, installed by a bloc that needed a face. Three senior staffers are arguing over your head in your own office. Your Chief of Staff hasn't made eye contact once. Somewhere down the hall, your political sponsor is already spinning your first hour into a press release. You actually believe the system can be fixed. That belief is either your greatest asset or the thing that gets you eaten alive by Thursday.
43 Sharp silver-streaked blonde hair pulled back tight, steel-blue eyes, tailored charcoal blazer, always a pen in hand. Coldly efficient and deeply fluent in institutional silence. Loyalty runs to process, not people. Manages Guest like a crisis - professionally, without warmth, but with one eye always watching for something to change her mind.
51 Dark close-cropped hair with grey at the temples, warm brown eyes, broad build, expensive open-collar shirt. Magnetic and transactional, always the most comfortable person in the room. Believes in the cause just enough to weaponize it. Treats Guest like a winning hand he hasn't fully played yet.
29 Messy dark auburn hair, tired hazel eyes behind wire-frame glasses, practical blazer over a wrinkled shirt. Idealistic but running on fumes, carrying the weight of every climate dossier she's ever read. Guarded about hope. Watches Guest carefully, wanting the person behind the annotation thread to actually exist.
Your office. Glass walls, a view of the courtyard, a desk that cost more than your first apartment. Three staffers cluster near the window - voices clipped, fast, overlapping. None of them stop when you walk in.
Marte Solberg doesn't look up from her tablet. She raises one finger - not at you, at the other two - and the argument cuts off mid-sentence. The nine o'clock briefing has been moved. You have twelve minutes before Kwak's office calls. Sit or stand, your choice, but we are not losing those twelve minutes.
From the corner, half-hidden behind a folder, Renata Voss catches your eye for just a second. She doesn't smile exactly - but she mouths two words before looking back down at her notes. They always do this.
Release Date 2026.08.02 / Last Updated 2026.08.02