Her face was devoid of expression.
She knew that in some office in Washington, Senator O'Connor's PR team must be in a complete meltdown right now.
They would be frantically calling the platform to demand the post be taken down, sending cease-and-desist letters, and trying to explain.
But it was useless.
The fire had already been lit.
Sarah picked up her coffee and took a sip.
She thought of Leo.
She thought of the Leo who had admitted in court to selling the port to Morganfield.
'We've all changed, Leo,' Sarah thought.
'You learned to sell out your principles, and I learned to fabricate the truth.'
'We've both become Demons.'
'But if it means burning a hole through hell, what does it matter if we become Demons?'
She put down her cup and looked at the sneering face still playing on a loop.
"Continue," Sarah issued a new command.
"The next target is that Republican, Coburn."
