The entire room is filled with people I recognized. Not people I know, but familiar faces and people that I see on television. The controversial senator, Gerrick, is seated at the other end of the table.From him, down to his left side of the table, politicians circumference the table.I turned to whisper, “These are—” Armani nodded, his eyes still fixed on the table of men.“Yes, they are.” He knew what I was going to ask before I even did. This was why they were so powerful, why they seemed to be untouchable: they were backed by influential men who called the shots.I swallowed; their stern gazes never left me for a second.“Good evening, gentlemen,” Armani spoke crisply.“Evening? It’s the ass crack of dawn! You woke us up and made us hurry our asses down here,” another politician said. I knew his face, but his name didn’t stick.“I know, and this is a matter of urgency,” Armani said quickly.“Is this about the boy?” one spat from his side. “If it is, then I see no reason why this
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