ing power. Tuxedos and gowns, the sc

e me on the dais. His eyes, though old, were sharp. He had

nated, though softened by age. "The

hushed. All

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ps. His gaze flickered to Sarah Miller, his "plus one," a pretty, unassuming

ith the memory of hi

, for his ears only, but my gesture was clea

anding, in the Senator's eyes. He n

ered. Panic flashed across his handsom

to reclaim control. "Senator! Izzy! I am ho

ause started, then fa

that Sarah Miller, my dear friend, be acknowledged. She must be treated with the respect

sp. Scandal. Th

ot. A greedy,

Disgust was plain. He had conferre

fell silent again, the tens

standing," the Senator dec