Mr.
White spent the better part of his day playing golf with two influential
people. White never cared for the
game. Whacking a little ball around
manicured grass was something he could live without. But he was not playing for himself; he was
playing for Watershed. This was his
bi-monthly golf outing with his state’s senior U.S. Senator and a ranking
member of the U.S. House of Representatives.
Watershed has quite a bit of dirt on both of them. If an everyday Joe would commit the least of
these offenses and get caught, Joe would see the inside of a prison. But so far, White had no cause to leverage
either one of these men. They always
bought him lunch and dropped tid-bits of information that could prove useful in
the future.
The
luncheon followed the usual pattern: the
Senator and Congressman enjoyed a liquid lunch while White listened. At some point they would chide him about his
golf game. When this chiding ended, they
kidded him about his Watershed Group being some kind of spy agency. White had no problem laughing along with them
about that. If these fools only knew the truth.
Soon, the Senator and
Congressman, plied with alcohol, began to discuss things that really should be
kept behind closed doors. It was during
these moments that White intently listened.
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