. Now a monument, the city they formerly ruled was under dispute for control by rival groups. For James the phone buzzed nonstop. He looked at the screen and his face got paler wi

feel the weight of his collapsing world. "What do they have awareness of?" The voice of the lawyer broke under strain. "Everything, sir." Someone leaked papers straight linking you to Alex's activities. Records on money, meeting notes

of cards always. You wouldn't see it, exactly. James watched in fear as the television came to life and his political career fell apart right in front of him. As the reporters fille

the lead representative just dropped his support." "Alternatives?" James snarled. You mean how to free me? "Sir, I have to quit. Although I sorry, I am not involved with this. Mr., great luck! Harding". James was left in stun

pers, his gut turned over. Financial data suggest that a sophisticated network of phoney companies directed drug money into his campaign accounts. Transcripts showed that Alex had covert talks about "shipments" and "distribution." Usually each o

nowhere like his brother. "I convinced myself, as Congressperson, I could act all the more fantastic. That the shutdown helped with means." They both sprung at the door bang. Richard pulled a weapon and moved slowly forward. He breathed de

Sarah

still family despite all. Also, as I need your help to save Alex." Opening the PC, she found a record development. "These come from secret servers owned by Alex. They go in

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what I am handling." James thought about minimising his participation and constructing a new narrative briefly. Still, looking at Sarah's eyes, he saw a power he would have regularly loved but feared. He inha

s of support and self-trickiness he had built over the long run, he felt hollowed out. Sarah closed the computer with a firm snap. She uttered a consistent "Okay." "I think I have everything I need here. James, there i

uys poured in equipped. Richard replied right away, dragging Sarah to the ground while shooting started. Heart racing, James dove for cover. James pictured himself gazing down a pistol barrel fo

n. Did you honestly think you could just go? You could let your heart run and get away with it? Friendly, James. You should understand at this moment that retirement cannot exist in our world." She

excused as a simple DEA agent. As the door closed behind them, James Harding-a former wealthy, failed politician, and reluctant criminal-was left with an unsure future. For the first