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Ten Hours: Ch 14
Can power truly corrupt when it feels so damned good?
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Nolan tapped the pedal and the electric cart moved silently but swiftly away from what Kendra realized was the main house. It had the highest point on the property and offered a view of a few different buildings, the small jet, and horses.
“This is quite a place.” Kendra noticed the pond with walking path and plenty of trees that filled the acreage.
“It certainly is.”
That jet.
Nolan noticed what she was looking at. “This estate may seem in the middle of nowhere, but just a couple of hours in the air and Mr. Chutswith and Ms. Gadowski can be in New York, Vegas, or at his casino in Mississippi.”
“A casino?”
“In Mississippi. Not to mention other venues.” Nolan drove by the pond. “I like walking around here just to reflect sometimes.”
“Reflect?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She wanted to ask him what he would reflect on but figured that was way too personal.
“What would you like to see?” Nolan’s voice was soothing.
