Dominic Cummings had always been the man in the shadows. The one whose one collects the advices, just like this, as if it wouldn't sound that significant, between two meetings, between two conferences, yet whom one keeps preciously close at hand, as if hidden in a drawer like one's Rolex watch, right ?

He had always been the ghostwriter on duty, the one who wrote speeches for one and all, knowing full well that they would not apply a quarter of a tenth of what could be mentioned in his electoral prose...

He had read Kipling, Rilke and Poe, and finally put them at the service of a populism of which he could no longer be proud. He had long since lost faith in what he was doing, and writing meaningless speeches had, over the years, plunged him into a kind of disillusionment that he could no longer disguise with the veneer of social events and so-called recognition.

So much so that when he was asked to counter his own mates in the referendum for "yes" or "no" to the European Union, he changed course and naturally took control of this campaign by means of which only him would have the secret.

These people were putting conservatism where it was not needed and abandoning their principles where decency was required. Outdated conservatives or millionaires who thought that independence could be bought... This was the fine team with whom he was supposed to work to regain England's freedom ! Inconceivable. He was going to counter the trend, that was for sure. It was time to dust off conservatism and anti-Atlanticism. Using algorithms and technology to target the electorate and bet on popular and sober communication, nothing to do with the ineffective flashiness of Nigel Farage's millionaire friends ! It would be a struggle between the small and great, but all the rage accumulated during all these years of good and loyal work service would serve as his driving force. Who said that autistic aspergers did not know how to be formidable in cunning ?

He had been allocated an office in the middle of London. The old-timers in the Conservative camp had paid for the first three months of the lease, as if he were on trial. What they didn't know was that this damned hovel would soon become the place of their own competition, because Cummings was determined to turn the tables and make his own way of doing politics heard for once.