"You can call me Evelyn, or Miss Saint Claude. But do not get my surname wrong. That would be disrespectful to history."
Leo paused for a moment, then nodded.
"My apologies, Miss Saint Claude."
Evelyn stared at him for a moment, as if to confirm her words had sunk in.
Then, she turned her gaze back to the map.
"As for Murphy's upcoming campaign, that's not something you and I need to worry about."
Evelyn's tone was nonchalant.
"Right now, Murphy is the darling of the Democratic Party's campaign committee. To win Pennsylvania, they'll throw checks at him like they're scrap paper."
"In the next few months, his campaign account will take in more money than he's earned in the last ten years combined in the House of Representatives."
Evelyn's finger lifted from Philadelphia on the map, moved west across the Appalachian Mountains, and settled on the rust-colored region with Pittsburgh at its center.
"But you're different, Leo."
"You need to consolidate the Rust Belt."
