Leo Wallace sat in his chair, his gaze shifting away from the briefing document. Subconsciously, he reached his right hand toward the phone at the corner of his desk.
He was about to call Marcus Crassus, the chairman of the Democratic National Committee.
He wanted to question that old fox. Why hadn't he fulfilled his previous promise? Why didn't the Democratic Party stop this malicious investigation against him in the corridors of Washington?
He had explicitly agreed to endorse the President!
His finger hovered over the dial pad. Just as he was about to press down, his hand suddenly stopped.
He stared at the red telephone. A bone-piercing chill shot up his spine, instantly spreading through his entire body.
No! The Democratic Party shouldn't have this kind of attitude.
"Put it down, Leo," Roosevelt's voice echoed faintly in his mind. "You've finally realized it."
Leo slowly placed the receiver back onto the cradle, his expression growing more solemn than ever before.
