Asks if she could hand out more in bribes instead (-5 Budget)

Isabella set the folder down on the table, her fingers lightly tracing its edge as she collected her thoughts. The amount listed was astronomical, enough to make even the wealthiest Montesoran families flinch. However, her war chest, though stretched thin by the recent chaos, still ran deep. She had ensured of that.

"I'm afraid I lack the necessary support within the Big 6, Uncle, even with you on my side. They will not raise a finger to help, and we will be lucky if they haven't already thrown their lot behind Romero."

She looked up at her uncle, her expression resolute. "But if money can secure the delegates, then so be it. I’ll authorize even more funds than you requested so that you may increase the bribes."

Sato hesitated, clearly uneasy. "Bella, you don’t understand. The sums required aren’t just money—they’re leverage. Promises, favors, connections. Many of these delegates don’t just want a fat envelope; they want guarantees of power and influence. They want to know they will be protected."

Isabella leaned forward, her voice steady but firm. "Then we focus on the ones we can sway. Those who are on the fence, those who feel neglected by Romero’s control, or those who simply want a better deal. Money may not buy everyone’s loyalty, but it will buy enough of them."

She rose to her feet, looking straight at her uncle. He could see the fire burning in her eyes.

"We need a win, Uncle. I am tired of feeling like the mouse running through the cat's maze. I am Isabella Reyes Nakamura, and if they refuse to take my money, I shall bury them in it."

Sato nodded, his expression shifting. His eyes shone with pride and admiration.

"Yes, Presidente. I will ensure the money be delivered to the delegates promptly, and let them know your sentiments."

He smiled, his expression turning wistful. "You have the makings of a true leader, Isabella. Just like your father."

Isabella felt her cheeks flush at the compliment, the adrenaline of her outburst subsiding. "Thank you, Uncle. Now, I have other meetings to prepare for, so I must take my leave. Will you be joining me at the funeral?"

"I wouldn't miss it, Bella," he said, bowing his head. "Good luck, and stay safe."

She embraced him once more, then turned and left the room, back straightened with renewed purpose.

Gain [Popular Vote]