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Sophia and the two assistants sent by the white-shoe firm were sweating cold beads on their foreheads. Holly was staring unblinkingly at the door to the garage, where Tommy leaned casually against the car, chatting placidly with SSD President Charles.
Jason, however, was completely oblivious to the tension of those four, sitting at his desk casually flipping through the freshly printed edition of the National Review that had those four turning pale.
This was brought over by Charles, who, dreaming of one day becoming a Presidential policy advisor, had been subscribing to all sorts of political newspapers and magazines since he was fifteen, acquiring the various kinds of knowledge and leads he wanted from them. Upon discovering a certain article in the latest edition of the National Review, he contacted Tommy Hawk right away and hurried over to discuss it with Tommy.
