Leo needed to use this process to firmly establish his dominance over the Progressives.
"Another, sir?"
The bartender walked over and asked, looking at Leo's empty glass in obvious surprise.
"No, thank you. The check."
Leo placed a twenty-dollar bill on the bar, plus five dollars for a tip.
He walked out of the bar.
The Washington sun had softened.
A cold wind blew past, swirling a few fallen leaves by the roadside.
With several hours still to go before evening, the city continued to run at full tilt.
Leo strolled down the street, the spicy, strange taste of the custom martini still lingering in his mouth.
Right on cue, Roosevelt's voice echoed in his mind.
'How was the drink, Leo?'
'Unforgettable,' Leo answered silently. 'It reminds me that power isn't just about compromise, but also about imposing one's will on others.'
'Good. You've understood the test of obedience.' Roosevelt's tone grew deep.
