Page 51 of Dirty Politics


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“Sterling!”

He turned to see Byron Ray sitting down at the bar stool next to him.

Fuck.

“Where’s that hot intern of yours?” Byron asked, waving at the bartender.

“She’s not an intern,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Right, you got her that cushy job with the Speaker,” he said.

“She didn’t need me...”

“She is hot though. You have good taste,” Byron said.

Will clenched his hands into fists; his blood boiling. He contemplated laying this idiot out, but the bartender approached and set down his drink.

I’ll have an Old Fashioned,” Byron said.

Will chugged his whiskey and set the glass down. “Another.”

The bartender nodded and walked away.

“Tough day? Trouble in paradise?” Byron said while scrolling on his phone.

“We are not together,” Will said.

“So, she’s available?” Byron said, with a smirk. “Even better.”

This fucker. I might murder him.

Right when Will was about to tackle the moron, his phone buzzed. It was a news alert. It read:

“Scores of communities around the country devastated by the ill effects of BV90. Studies

show a dramatic increase in cancer rates and deaths among those communities. Experts believe contaminated water is to blame.”

“Dude, what is it?” Byron said, taking a sip of his drink.

Will downed his other whiskey, left money on the bar, and walked out without saying a word to Byron.

He had to find Liv.








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