![]() “It has to be or my opposition in Congress will hold everything up and not let a single damn thing I back or endorse through on the grounds of some sort of perceived scandal, because that’s just unfortunately the petty way things work in politics.” “The wedding and your father and my relationship has to be kept in the dark for as long as possible, Dexter, because it has to be.” My mother - President Eleanor Adams - stands tall and squares her shoulders behind the desk. ![]() The kid looks like a little shit, but I have to admit he’s got a point. “Dexter-” The Major glares at his son before putting a hand over my mother’s on the desk. ![]() “Seems like it’s still this big secret if we still have to keep playing this stupid game.” “Wait, so why can’t you just tell everyone now? ” Major Ryan’s younger son, Dexter, the kid with sullen look on his face picking at his collared shirt and tie like they’re shackles or something rolls his eyes at his father. He raises an eyebrow at me and rolls his eyes, as if I’m some sort of child that’s acting out of line here.Īs if I don’t have every reason in the world to be absolutely floored by this revelation. I ignore my mother, still scowling at the man across from me as I shove my hands into the pockets of my coat, pointedly not taking his outstretched hand. “Madison, take your coat off, for crying out loud.” This isn’t happening, this can NOT be happening. ![]()
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