#WritcoStoryPrompt43
The scandal could ring the death of his career. The naked woman in his bed lay with unseeing eyes staring at him. He stood over her with a knife in his hand and no memory of who she was or why he had killed her.

He stood frozen for what seemed to be an eternity. It was getting late for his interview and the press guys were expected any minute now. He had just been elected the new Mayor.

People of the city had stopped expecting a clean background from politicians. But giving an interview the next day of your victory, with the lifeless body of an unknown woman in your bed, was too much from all standards.

He had worked way too hard to reach here.

He had defied all odds.

He had back-stabbed a lot of people to be in this place.

But the stab wound on her chest was alien to him.

He peeled his stare from her bloodied nakedness and started looking around. Why was everything that happened before a blank? It was unlike him.

The sudden knock on the door shook him to the core. He dropped the knife splattering a few droplets of blood on the ground and his feet.

"Sir, News Nation people have arrived. They are waiting for you."

"Okay..errr...I will take some time..."
He struggled to form words and let them out of his mouth.

"Sure, sir. I will keep them busy and serve food till then."

Now that he had returned to his senses, he quickly picked up the knife and headed to the bathroom. He placed the knife on the slab next to the basin, and turned on the tap. Splashing water on his face made him feel better. He could think more clearly now.

He washed the blood off the knife, took a towel and came out. He had to clear the scene one by one. He wiped off blood from the floor...