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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.

Gavin stared at her, the fight draining from his shoulders. He had come to confront a mentor. He had found an enemy. rachel steele gavin

“Then I release the emails myself—but edited to show you as the mastermind. You’ll be facing ethics charges, a criminal probe, and a primary challenger by Friday. Your career won’t just end. It’ll be erased.” 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.” He had come to confront a mentor

Sometimes, the only way to beat a monster was to become the thing they’d never see coming: a man with nothing left to lose.

Gavin was the problem. Gavin Cross—her former protégé, now a junior senator with the charisma of a revival preacher and the ethics of a hungry shark. Six months ago, she had helped him bury a story about a shadowy real estate deal tied to foreign donors. It wasn’t illegal, exactly, but it was the kind of gray-area mess that ended careers. She’d cleaned it up, burned the emails (or so she thought), and moved on.

“You’ve been digging,” Rachel said without preamble.