Chapter 11

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Chapter 11 The Beverly Hills Hotel, aka The Pink Palace. Iconic old-school. Twelve acres of garden meticulous. Kodachromes of Hollywood legends basking at pool chic. Private if-only-I-was-a-fly-on-the-wall bungalows. On this day, the West Coast spring fundraiser gala, theme: One World Free. The event, second only to the Met Gala in New York on the shaker-mover-be-seen list. Recent years had filtered the invitees by their hundred K ticket price. Billionaires, Davos crowd, international dignitaries, royalty, deer-in-the-headlight left of centers, part of the Trump withdrawal intervention twelve-step program. The most powerful attendees, a handful of pure globalists, were not authentically left-wing. Or Right. Or Center. They processed every decision by one true filter, self-interest. The

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