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"We’re ready for you, Ms. Vance," a young PA whispered, barely looking up from a tablet.

Evelyn sat. She didn't look warm. She looked like a predator that had outlived its rivals.

"Okay, Evelyn," Marcus said, gesturing to the desk. "You’re sitting here. Your grandson comes in, tells you he’s dropping out of the race, and you give him that warm, 'it's okay, dear' look. Standard stuff."