https://theoviebooks.wordpress.com/ The storm rolled in over Washington like a prophecy; dark, brooding, inevitable. Inside a room guarded by silence and centuries of power, Senator Evelyn Rhodes leaned over the polished mahogany table of her office, her fingers trembling as she traced the signature at the bottom of the leaked military funding bill. "It’s his mark again," she whispered. Her chief of staff, Alan, frowned. "The same clause... diverted funds through that front in Montenegro."