Jack
Clark’s words lingered in the air, heavy and suffocating like the oppressive silence that enveloped the room. A presidential pardon? It was a power play that stretched far beyond anything I had ever pulled off. I had connections—hell, more than most people could dream of—but asking for a pardon? That was a different league altogether.
“How do we even begin to secure a pardon from the president?” I asked, my voice quieter now, trying to grasp the full weight of the situation. “This isn’t something that can be done overnight. The political red tape alone…”
“There are no guarantees, Jack,” Clark replied, his tone gentler but no less severe. “The charges she’s facing are serious—accomplice to a high-profile crime. Even if you managed to get the president’s attention, there’s no telling
