The door to the Mayor's Office was thrown open.
The door slammed against the wall stopper with a dull THUD.
Representative John Murphy stormed in.
His cashmere coat hung open, his scarf was askew, and his hair was disheveled by the wind. His face was a mask of anxiety and rage.
He stormed up to Leo's enormous desk and slammed both hands down on its surface.
"Leo Wallace!"
Murphy's roar echoed through the office.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
Leo was sitting behind the desk, holding a document.
He looked up at his ally, who was on the verge of losing control, his own expression completely blank.
"Good afternoon, John," Leo said calmly. "Care for some coffee?"
"To hell with coffee!"
Murphy gestured wildly.
"Do you have any idea what I just went through in Washington?"
"Montoya, the House Whip, called me into his office. He pointed at the live news feed, pointed at the mayor helping his own citizens file lawsuits against their government, and he asked me—"
