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the senator's ear for a few minutes." "Have Bertha pencil him in for half an hour in the morning" Ellis, one of White's father's drinking buddies, had contributed half a million to White's last reelection campaign, more or less legally via various PAC'S. He'd also given them that much cash under the table, a nice chunk of which had found its way into Hughes's own safety deposit box, where it joined a thick sheaf of crisp hundreds already there. Hughes had been very careful about living beyond his means. His public face was exactly what was expected for a senator's chief of staff making a paltry ninety grand a year. But under various guises, Hughes had a fat line of electron credit. Still, it never hurt to have some hard currency in case of emergencies. If his plans went as expected, he'd be able to use the bills in his box to light his Cuban cigars, if he felt like it. "Anything else?" " "Your massage therapist called. She will be at your house at seven." massage, that was true enough. But that was only half of the service she provided. He went into his office and closed the door behind him. Hughes's office was a spartan affair whose only artwork was a Picasso on the wall behind his desk. He didn't particularly care for Picasso, but a picture worth that much on an office wall certainly impressed people who did care about the old Spanish dauber. Depending on his mood, he would give different stories when asked about the painting. Sometimes he told them he'd bought it at a garage sale for fifty bucks just to watch their jaws drop. Other times, he said a woman had given it to him in gratitude for his lovemaking abilitie Once in a great while, he told the truth--that the painting was a gift from his boss--but that was never as much fun. He sat behind the desk in a wooden teacher's chair. In fac the chair had once belonged to his high school civics teacher Charles Joseph, who had told Hughes he would never amount to anything. He kept the chair to remind him that where he was going in the not-too-distant future was going to be beyond old |
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