through the entrance of the ballroom. It was different from my o

th an easy confidence that made the Texas oilmen and real estate developer

m was Antho

oafers to the perfect knot of his silk tie. He carried himself with a

z, practically tripped over

ng you until tomorrow' s meeting!" he boomed, pu

glided over to join her father. She looped her arm through

"This is Anthony Blakely, from the Blakely Group in D.C. My father hired

rm so powerful it was said they could make or break legislation with a few phone calls. To the Chavez family,

nts, rose to their feet as a sign o

ne exc

n my corner, watchi

my perceived insolence. How dare this poor, pathetic gir

"Get up, you disrespectful trash," she hissed, her voice low and viciou

looked past her, my gaze

ulder. He gave her a look of utter disintere

alked directly towards me, ignoring the gasps from the cro

settee. The entire ballr

d up to, bowed his head to me in a gest

rmal, echoing in the silence. "I apologize fo

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