His Political Asset, Her Perfect Revenge

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voice dripping with practiced sincerity. "A sudden donor cri

sky, expensive fragrance he wore. It was a sweet, cheap floral perfum

ach churn violently. I turned and ran to the bathroo

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told you, a donor crisis. Call my chief of staff, he' ll

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s. "Urgent city matter," he said quickly, grabbing the device. He saw

he used on donors and voters. "I' ll book that trip to Napa Valley we' ve

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just have to handle this... city

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the desk where I used to help him draf

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