Ambrose Ward stood motionless, his shadow stretching long across the floor of his spartan apartment. He watched as the woman before him—the once-mighty Borough Administrator and County Council Chief—trembled in her silk finery.
So, she’s bringing out the advanced tactics now, Ambrose thought, a cold, clinical amusement flickering in his chest. High-tech maneuvers for a low-altitude betrayal.
In the high-stakes theater of the Midlands Provincial Council, there were many ways to apologize. There were envelopes, there were blood pledges, and then there was this—the "Honey Trap" disguised as a desperate plea for mercy. Lynn Graves was a veteran of the system. She knew that men with power often had a singular weakness, and she was betting her entire political survival on the hope that Ambrose
