Chapter 33

Aaron stood there, his heart heavy, his spirit deflated. He had been stripped of his agency, his choices, his future. He was a pawn in Mr. Clinton's game, a mere tool to be manipulated, a ghost in the grand scheme of the Clinton family's life.

“I understand, Mr. Clinton,” he said, his voice a low murmur, his gaze fixed on the floor. “I’ll never see Hilary as anything more than your daughter. I’ll never think of her as anything but my boss’s daughter.”

Mr. Clinton’s face softened, a hint of grudging respect flickering in his eyes. He extended his hand, a gesture of reconciliation, a sign that he was willing to accept Aaron’s surrender.

“I’m glad we could come to an understanding, Aaron,” he said, his voice softer now, a hint of weariness replacing the earlier aggression. “This will be difficult for both of you, but it’s the only way to protect Hilary, to keep her safe.”

Aaron took Mr. Clinton’s hand, his grip firm, his heart heavy. He knew he was making a deal with the devil,