46 Playing Dirty
The day seemed to be moving too slow for David Morgan as the limousine carrying him, his secretary, and the twins ambled down the long driveway leading to the entrance to Parliament Hall in Washington, D.C. His secretary furiously typed into an electronic tablet while the twins had their eyes fixed ahead, hidden behind dark sunglasses, their expressions stoic. Morgan glanced at his watch. Almost an hour left before Parliament was once again in session. The previous one was terminated early due to the fight between him and Pearse. He wondered now if it would come to that, even at the risk of removal from office. Pearse has been taunting him more in recent days and Morgan had enough. The man obviously had something up his sleeve but Morgan had his own trump cards. Days ago, their Trojan H
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