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final quote, it came from Alicia's lips. She was a high achiever, career focused woman for the moment, but possibly looking for more in the future, not the kind of woman who wanted to just mess around and have a bit of short-sighted fun. She strove for the best, and wouldn't settle for anything less.
    A little bit of Tanner's spirit flared up, perhaps sensing a kindred soul. Not that they truly had much in common, but he respected Alicia's refusal to compromise. Tanner compromised all the time - he knew that this was how the real world worked, after all - but each time he settled for something that he knew was less than perfect, a little part of his mind winced.
    Fortunately for Tanner, Alicia still faced the problem that nearly every freshman arrival to Congress encountered. Sure, running a campaign was a big challenge, but it didn't usually translate well to acting as a sitting Senator or Representative.
    In short, Alicia needed help getting organized for tackling the challenges of Washington.
    And that, he decided, would be his opening.
    Tanner closed his computer, pulling out his phone instead. He opened up his contacts, scrolling through the long list, searching for the perfect name. He needed someone to make the introduction, someone trustworthy but not totally rock solid. Just enough for him to get the interview - and then, face to face, he could seal the deal. Throw in just a tiny bit of flirting, enough to keep her off balance ever so slightly, and she'd be open to his ideas. He knew exactly how to run a staff here, and he'd easily land the job, giving him full access to Alicia.
    And then, from there, he'd just need a little more work to build up her trust, and she'd soon be willing to spill everything.
    Pausing for a moment as he scrolled through a seemingly never-ending list of names, Tanner stopped, trying to decide how he'd play the endgame. He could send Alicia home with her tail between her legs, of course; that would be as easy as pulling the same "pictures leaked on the internet" scam that had worked so well with Senator Waltz. Women were even more susceptible to that approach than men, he'd found. Even though both men and women were equally at blame, the social stigma always seemed to predominantly target the woman. A honeypot trap would ruin her.
    But maybe he didn't need to fully destroy Alicia. He could perhaps steer her in another direction, crush the bill but keep the senator alive. After all, she'd be another screw that he could turn, another little toy that Tanner could use when he needed a favor, needed to help make something else happen. He had several senators already in his pocket, but there was always room for one more.
    In any case, Tanner didn't need to decide on the end game just yet. He'd get in, earn Alicia's confidences, and then make the decision as to what would work best.
    Almost a pity to destroy her, he mused, glancing back down at the picture of her that he'd removed from the manilla folder. He'd drawn it out so he could study it, memorize every little line and feature and detail of her face.
    It really was quite a pretty face. Not the kind of face that belonged in a Spring Break video above a pair of happily bobbing tits, mind you, but the kind of face that he wouldn't mind seeing at brunch. The kind of girl that he'd happily bring home to his parents.
    For a moment, that stray thought made Tanner hesitate, his conscience unexpectedly flaring up. A crack of sorrow shone through at the mental mention of his parents, like a sapling determined to break through a concrete sidewalk barrier.
    Viciously, he fought it back down. He'd come this far, earned this much power and respect and command. He wasn't about to throw it all away, to back down now. He'd made his sacrifices.
    Still a bit annoyed with himself, he took another bite of his sandwich, brushing away the crumbs that fell on his dress shirt and tie. He'd hung his jacket over the back of his chair, but a few crumbs still clung to the