"No, thanks. Aren't you Lucrezia's boy toy?"
"I was."
"So why should I trust you?"
"I am a great lawyer."
"Why would that matter? I'm not getting sued, I'm running for president."
"Which is exactly why you need me. Look, Mister Alpin, you can let me help or you can throw me away. But a smart man would at least keep me at arm's reach and unravel me from Lucrezia's secrets."
"Are you suggesting I am not a smart man, Hexley?"
"Well, you haven't thrown me out yet."
Thymoth Alpin's raggy chuckle filled the room.
When I first saw him at the first presidential party the elite organised to network with whoever will be the next president—
You know, a bunch of criminals digging their way through a presidential pardon in case their business goes bad—
He seemed rather irritated.
Dressed in a Cartier suit, wearing a watch that clearly was causing him a rash.
