"He's two-faced."
"He used God's name to deceive your souls, then turned around and sold your bodies to the capitalists."
"This is the kill shot."
Leo's eyes lit up.
He'd finally found an opening.
All he had to do was bring the issue back to its most basic level: money.
Who took the money?
"I get it."
Leo picked up the phone on the desk, about to dial Karen's number.
"Stop."
Roosevelt's voice suddenly boomed in his mind.
Leo's finger hovered over the dial pad. He froze. "Why? Mr. President, we've found his Achilles' heel. This is the perfect time to attack."
"'Achilles' heel?'" Roosevelt scoffed. "'Do you really think that with the meager power you have now, you can go all-in against a senator on Russell Warren's level?'"
"'Leo, you've let the prospect of victory go to your head.'"
Roosevelt's voice was like a bucket of ice water dumped on Leo's overheating brain.
