The cigarette glow moved as the man adjusted in his sit.
"John Chord is one man. Samantha Liner is only a girl" He paused. "These are not obstacles. These are small fires. And small fires go out on their own."
He let the silence stretch just long enough to make his point clear.
"But sir..." George paused, weighing his words. "We need to be careful. The election is underway. The senator and his allies will—"
"Don't worry about him,"the voice cut in. "He will be history soon."
The room went dead silent.
He just declared that the richest man in the country would be history. That meant they were crossing a line with no way back.
"What are you planning, sir?" George asked, keeping his tone respectful.
A short pause followed from the other end.
"All you need to understand is this—soon, we won't have to worry about public favor. Big changes are coming."
"You're lucky you're on the right side, so forget about those two. I have a more important mission for you."
