Fifth Winter, Fading Wind
Language: en
The elite circle of Washington, D.C. is full of strange people. As the reigning queen of interviews, people always asked me why I never sat down with the business tycoon, Sebastian Croft. After all, he was the scion of a powerful D.C. family, the uncrowned king who’d left the political world to conquer the private sector. My boss, David, flipped through my interview proposals, shaking his head in disappointment. The usual sneer crept onto his face. "Isn't Sebastian Croft your man? Five years. Over two thousand days in his bed, and you can't even land one interview? Did he finally dump…