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... ary saying Old Bush wanted to see him.
"F***," Richard James Curl massaged his temples, appearing somewhat uneasy, he knew he was about to be reprimanded, but there was no way around it—who else ruled the roost?
He steeled himself and headed to the White House.
As he entered Old Bush’s office, the latter was looking down. He softly called out, but the latter acted as if he hadn’t heard.
Richard James Curl felt a bit anxious, the large office feeling oppressively d ...
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