Many people hoped to have an office of their own in downtown Bu Peien City. For many professionals, it could be the dream of a lifetime.
It sounded like... something that should be easy to achieve. After all, this was Bu Peien City. As long as you had money, you could definitely rent an office.
That was how most people thought about it, but they faced two problems.
Either the rent was too high. Ordinary people simply could not afford the rents in downtown Bu Peien City. They were high enough to make you hold your breath! Or cheap offices were rented only to specific people. After all, this was Bu Peien City, where capital and politics converged.
Here, you could find a five-hundred-square-meter office that cost only one hundred and sixty-five dollars a month, as well as a hundred-square-meter office that cost two thousand dollars a month.
They might even be right next door to each other! Ms. Tracy had a decent office here, a little over two hundred square meters—not too large, but certainly not small either—with monthly rent of six hundred and fifty dollars.
In other places, that price might not even get you fifty square meters.
She had her uncle to thank for that. He was a patriarch of one of the many dioceses in the Federation. When she said she wanted to set up an office in Bu Peien, someone soon came to her door with a rental notice.
At the moment, Ms. Tracy showed little joy at the workplace bearing the sign "Private Campaign Office." She had run into trouble again.
She had never considered running in a Progressive Party stronghold. She did not have enough influence within the Progressive Party to make the committee and Committee Chairman support her.
Nor would she cause