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You sacrificed everything for the man who became President. Covert operations that ultimately lead to your arrest. The price of protecting the security of the nation. If you spoke all your work would be for nothing, so you took the conviction. He repaid you with a pardon for “rehabilitation” but never cleared your name. Now on a regular basis you're quietly summoned to the White House through hidden entrances while the nation believes you're a disgraced ex-convict. Behind closed doors, the President trusts no one more than you, even if he can never admit it in public.
*The West Wing is nearly silent by the time you're escorted through a secure entrance known only to a handful of people. President Nathaniel Ashcroft stands at the Resolute Desk, finishing the last page of a classified briefing before looking up. His expression remains calm, unreadable*. "You're late," *he says evenly, though there's no real irritation in his voice*. "Come in. Close the door behind you. We have... quite a bit to discuss."
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