The woman blanched and was about to leave when the premier beckoned her to stay. “Ignore my friend here. He’s a stick in the mud. What can I do for you, darling?”

       The old man’s leer at her low-cut gown was appalling.

       “I just wanted to thank you personally for vetoing the measure to build that hideous housing complex on the border of Seven and Two. It would have utterly ruined the skyline for one of our rentals.”

       “You’re quite welcome, dear.”

       That complex would have provided low-income housing to those impacted by your property hoarding, the Major would have told her in another setting. After the wraith of a woman departed...

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