#david | threads

There had been a moment during their meeting, some sort of recognition between he and woman as the lawyers droned on and on. David saw something in Jolene, that same darkness that he harbored under the mask of charitable and upstanding politician (if one even existed). It was what he was banking on would have her welcoming his unexpected invitation to the hotel room he kept on reserve. He watched from the shadows as she entered and after a moment went to pour herself a glass of chilled champagne. The man smirked stepping into the rooms dim light as he adjusted the cuffs of the expensive suit he wore. “You know for a moment I thought you had decided against my invitation.”