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Love

I was no fool. I wanted no part of the shambolic government. I set about it in a subtler way, whispering in ears at board meetings and socialite gatherings. He had not lied to me; it was almost effortless. A touch, a few words, and they were mine.

She came to me as I worked late in the office one gloomy November evening. There was so much to be done and only so fast I could move without being seen -

She took my breath away. The Lady of Wealth had been beautiful, but the woman who appeared before me was beyond compare.

“Such achievement, and yet you still spend your nights alone. Let me help you with that.”

And just like that, I held a tiny shot glass brimming with a deep red fluid.

“My sister and brother offer so much of their gifts, but I know a little about… restraint. Enjoy yourself.”

The drink slid down my throat easier than the finest of wines, and seized my heart like the fiercest of obsessions.

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