"You're the Mayor of Pittsburgh now, and as it happens, you're a Democrat."
"I'll just have to apologize to Warren."
"For the sake of this port, for these five hundred million US dollars, I want Murphy to win more than anyone."
"Go do it, Mr. Mayor."
Morganfield extended his hand to Leo.
"Get the money back. Get the port built."
"Together, we'll rule this city."
Leo took that hand.
This time, his grip was tight.
He knew that every word he had just written was him selling his soul.
He had personally packaged and sold the city's economic lifeline for the next fifty years to a greedy oligarch.
But he had no choice.
"A pleasure doing business with you, Douglas."
Leo released his hand.
Without a moment's hesitation, he turned and left.
Morganfield's phrase, "together, we," echoed in his ears.
Leo's steps faltered for a moment. His lips moved slightly, forming words without a sound.
Not us.
Me.
He strode toward the door.
