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go any furthe
red at the red glow of the taillights reflecting off the thick, untouched snow
said, her voice tight.
ed around, his face apologetic but firm. "I can
ee days prepping for this, researching the Black family, honing her pitch. Two hu
wallet. She leaned forward and han
er back a step. Snow poured down the collar of her thin wool coat, melting in
tep was a battle. Her toes went numb in minutes, the cold climbing up her calves like a slow paralysis. She
den ice beneath the snow. By the time she saw the gates, he
y looked like they belonged to a prison, or a kingdom. Beyond them, set far back against the gray sky, wa
her fingers trembling so badly she had
ared her throat. "This is Johana Neal. I hav
through, her eyes widening. The driveway was perfectly clear, swept clea
all, solid oak with iron studs. Before
ty, with silver hair slicked back perfectl
d his eyes swept over her soaked coat and snow-caked h
f lemon polish and burning wood. He took her coat before she could protest, handin
down shortly. Please
useum. High ceilings, dark wood paneling, furniture that looked older
es standing in front of flags. But as she leaned closer, she noticed something odd. In every photo that featured a man who was clearly
s Ne
had been poured into her cream-colored cashmere dress. Her blonde hair was styled in a flaw
ghtening her spine. "I apologize
in a blizzard to be on time. That speaks volumes about your character."
. Karon sat across from her, crossi
aron said. "Georgetown University, full sch
you,
oach Alistair's history curriculum? He
his transcript, correct? I would focus on the political motivations rather than just the ba
. "Exactly my thought. The mechanics of power." She paused, tilting her head slight
works at the county clerk's office." Johana kept her voice level, refusing to be as
hifted in the air. A faint chill that had nothing to do with the w
e all else. My husband, Elmer Black, is a very important figure in Washington. Our lives are under co
table and handed it to Johana. It was a Non
ign this before we
her name on the dotted line. Her dignity was a luxury she couldn't
warming again. "Welcome to the fa
she didn't know she wa
out. And please, be
coat-it was completely dry, pressed, and warm. He also handed
whispered, feeling l
wn so thick she could barely see the gate. She pulled out her ph
the only thing keeping her dry, staring
the garage beneath the house. A Bentley Mulsanne. It moved like a shark, s

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