[ WP ] A person becomes known as the most powerful politician/man in the world by preventing every attempt to backstab him , countering every attempt of blackmailing or bribing and by slowly turning his words into law . In reality it 's all a big misunderstanding , and the man is oblivious to all of it .

( ( sorry if this is n't exactly what you had in mind, it's what came to me when I read the prompt though ) ) 
 
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 “ Sir, please let me test that first. ” The impeccably dressed man seated beside me nodded curtly, and I swabbed the fresh meal in front of him, sticking the sample into a portable analysis device I had on hand. It beeped shortly thereafter and I read the output before showing it to him. 
 
 “ Cyanide, ” he said simply, before waving a hand at his nearby guards. The chef who had prepared tonight ’ s exquisite meal had worked alone, and had served it himself as well. There was no doubt to who was guilty. Or was there? 
 
 I smiled inwardly as the guards rushed off to find the chef in the back and arrest him. I would make sure this hit the headlines. My name wouldn ’ t be there either. *Illustrious Leader Evades Another Assassination Attempt. * That ’ s all the world needed to know. They don ’ t need to know anybody else ’ s part in it. Certainly not the part where I, his second-hand man, pre-soaked the swab to fake the poisoning. 
 
 Later that month, His Leadershipness was preparing to give a great speech. Quite the audience was amassed, locally and nationally on television. All about the positive strides he had made. And he certainly had - he was good at his job. Everyone loved him, everyone wanted him to keep ruling. Which made the seemingly constant assassination attempts all the more confusing and upsetting for them all. 
 
 I watched him step up to the podium. I had excused myself for this evening, but that was just so I could get a better seat. A far away seat, high in a building, nice and isolated. I twisted the knob a little to focus the scope. I stuck a wet finger in the air to feel the breeze, did some mental compensation, lined up the shot… *CRACK. * My practice paid off and the shot went exactly where I wanted, grazing his arm and burying itself in the backdrop. He ducked immediately and his protection detail surrounded him and rushed him off the stage. 
 
 I grinned as I packed up my equipment. This was all good fun, but soon my aim would be true. Each attempt on his life was gaining him support, respect, and power. When the time was right, that power would become mine, and the rage of the citizens over his execution would be my most potent tool. At the slightest offer of justice they would bend to my will. 
 
 I strode out of the building and wandered through the cold, still air to my home, my amused thoughts on the chaos that must certainly be going on halfway across town at the speech venue. Yes, definitely soon. But for now I would keep letting him do all the hard work.
