Rachel Steele Gavin [updated] -

She met him at dawn in a deserted corner of the National Mall, the Lincoln Memorial looming like a stone ghost. Gavin arrived in a dark overcoat, his boyish face hardened by sleepless ambition.

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“You’re a monster,” he whispered.

“I had to,” he replied, hands in his pockets. “You think I wanted to find out you kept a backup of those emails? That you’ve been using them as insurance all along?” She met him at dawn in a deserted

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” she said softly. “You’re going to forget you ever saw those emails. You’re going to call off your little investigation. And tomorrow, you’re going to announce your support for the energy bill. In return, I will personally shred the backup drive. No copies. No ghosts.” “You’re a monster,” he whispered

The wind picked up, rattling the bare branches above them. Rachel stepped closer, her heels clicking like metronomes of doom.

Now, Rachel sat in her silent Georgetown kitchen, the city’s lights blurring through rain-streaked windows. The text was from an anonymous number, but she knew the signature: terse, confident, and damning. Gavin had been quiet lately. Too quiet. He’d stopped taking her calls, started hiring his own staff, and last week, he’d voted against a bill she’d personally lobbied him to support. He wasn’t just distancing himself—he was preparing for war.