The rain was still falling in Washington D.C.
Leo sat in his suite at the Willard Hotel, gazing out at the rain-shrouded city.
He had just gotten off the phone with Pittsburgh.
Ethan reported that while the drug shortage was causing panic, their "smuggling" channels were working. With capital injections from the trust and financial subsidies, they could hold out for a while longer.
This was an endurance race.
Leo was waiting.
Waiting for Sterling's call. Waiting for the alliance of energy giants to make a decision.
"The politics in this country are such a damn hassle."
Leo set his water glass down on the coffee table with a soft clink.
"Something that could be solved with a direct phone call has to be dragged through this massive song and dance. It's a blatant exchange of interests, but it has to be cloaked in the guise of lobbying."
Leo was getting frustrated.
He felt it was all just pointlessly convoluted.
