The black limousine carrying Ethan and Congressman Thompson sped toward the secure compound. Inside, Thompson was doing his best to appear composed while simultaneously fawning over Ethan.
"Mr. Blake," Thompson said, leaning closer with calculated humility. "I want you to understand how grateful I am for your, ah, assistance tonight. A man of your undeniable financial leverage and... influence deserves nothing but the highest regard."
Ethan merely glanced at him. "Focus on the path ahead, Congressman. Don't worry about my gratitude."
Thompson nodded quickly. "Of course, Mr. Blake. You set the agenda."
