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Rachel smiled. It was the smile of a woman who had already played every move on the board.

“I had to,” he replied, hands in his pockets. “You think I wanted to find out you kept a backup of those emails? That you’ve been using them as insurance all along?” rachel steele gavin

“Loyalty?” Gavin’s voice cracked. “You threatened to release them if I didn’t kill the offshore energy bill. I saw the memo, Rachel. Your fingerprints are all over it.” Rachel smiled

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” she said softly. “You’re going to forget you ever saw those emails. You’re going to call off your little investigation. And tomorrow, you’re going to announce your support for the energy bill. In return, I will personally shred the backup drive. No copies. No ghosts.” “You think I wanted to find out you

As her silhouette faded toward the Capitol, Gavin stood alone beneath the marble gaze of Abraham Lincoln. He pulled out his phone, scrolled past the encrypted text he’d sent himself—the one that had started it all—and opened a new message to a reporter he’d sworn he’d never call.