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My pregnant daughter ran into my office, her face covered in fresh b:ruises. Her husband, a beloved local politician, casually strolled in behind her, shutting the door.

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“Three million viewers,” I said. “And climbing.”….

Part 2

For one beautiful second, Grant Voss forgot how to perform.

His mouth opened slightly, but nothing came out. The city’s golden son. The perfect politician. The man who cried flawlessly at ribbon cuttings and kissed babies without ruining his makeup.

Speechless.

Then rage flooded his face.

“You’re continue reading …

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