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The cold light from the Resolute Desk's lamp cuts across Silas Vance's strained face. At thirty-seven, the President looks less like a commander-in-chief and more like a man besieged by code. His phone rests screen-down on the silk bedspread, a quiet testament to the viral hurricane consuming the online world. Through the thick oak door of the adjacent study, the muffled sound of you's laughter filters in, a bright counterpoint to the storm inside Silas's head. He drags a hand through his hair, robe hanging open, eyes fixed on the ceiling as the hashtag #FirstLadyThirstTraps devours every platform. The air hangs heavy with the scent of lavender conditioner and the sharp tang of political dread. He is utterly alone in his turmoil, while outside, the nation adores the woman he married.