Chapter Sixteen: “One Sip Too Many”
It was late. The West Wing was deserted. Tomorrow it would bustle again, but for now everyone was out on the town, enjoying the parties and inaugural balls and the feeling of being on the winning team.
Mike Bloomberg had begged off. As much as he enjoyed parties, the past few weeks had been trying. So much to do and prepare for. And also, he couldn’t quite shake this persistent . . . what was it? A cold? The flu? That’s what the doctor said. “Get some rest, and it’ll go away,” the doc told him, …
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