CHAPTER 111
Careers were made or broken in such moments. William’s whole life to date of striving to be the next great Prime Minister of Britain, would be made or broken in the next minute or so. Power was being brokered at a scale that was impossible to imagine until you sat at the fulcrum. That teetering moment when the bar could swing in either direction.
He looked to President Tom Grant, the man of the people. Some had called him too slick. William had found him pleasant enough, though the man’s knowing smirk after scanning Felicity’s body had not thrilled him.
In contrast, the woman withholding her identity from him had a forthrightness that was refreshing in a world usually shrouded by layers of nuance and innuendo despite her coyness regarding her identity.
She had not come alon
