"And me…"
Leo smiled.
"I'm the one at the helm. If the ship is about to hit an iceberg, I have to be the only one who knows the exact time of impact."
Ethan looked at Leo, an indescribable bitterness welling up in his heart.
Leo's growth was astonishingly fast. In less than two years, he had transformed from an idealistic community leader into a cold, calculating, and mature politician who knew how to exploit information gaps and human nature.
Ethan knew these were the rules of survival in Washington, the qualities everyone needed to survive in this gladiatorial arena.
It was just like his own years working alongside Sanders, never asking the Senator about his next moves before they were made public.
That was the duty of an aide, the self-awareness of a subordinate.
