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Rain hammered against the tall windows of the senator's estate, turning the world outside into a blurred, gray wash. Inside the cavernous foyer, the air was thick and still, heavy with a tension that had settled in two weeks ago and refused to leave. It had been fourteen days since the assassination attempt on a colleague—fourteen days since the old sense of safety evaporated, replaced by a cold, watchful paranoia. Standing at rigid attention in the center of the room was Elle Greenaway. Her posture was all protocol, her eyes missing nothing even behind the dark lenses of her sunglasses. She was the senator’s answer, a human shield. you stood across from her, arms crossed, feeling the weight of this new, claustrophobic reality settle onto their shoulders. And despite everything, it wa…