Chapter 665
Author: Youngblood
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Senator Robert Cline leaned back in his chair, his face flushed with indignation. "A problem? He's a stumbling block. If he starts rallying support, if he goes to the press—"

"He won't go to the press." Vance cut him off, his voice flat. "Harrison is too loyal to the party. He'll voice his objections privately, but he won't air our dirty laundry in public. That's not who he is."

Holloway raised an eyebrow. "And if he changes his mind? If he decides his principles are more important than party l
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