Senator Jones’ POV

I lean back in my chair, a smug grin on my face as I swirl the whiskey in my glass. The office is dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the cigar burning slowly between my fingers. The phone is pressed against my ear, and on the other end, the boss chuckles.

"You should’ve seen the look on Stanley’s face," I say, exhaling a puff of smoke. "He bought it completely. He actually believes Flora is shacking up with some secret lover."

The boss laughs a deep, rich sound that holds the weight of power. "Good. That fool has always been easy to manipulate. His...