223. Dirty Filthy Dollars

Chapter Two Hundred And Twenty Three

Grandfather Clinton sat in his dimly lit study, the soft glow of an antique lamp casting warm shadows across the room. He was a man of years, with a lifetime of stories etched into the lines on his face. Across from him, Godfather Roberto leaned back in the leather armchair, his sharp eyes fixed on the old man.

The room was filled with an air of secrecy and tension, like a storm brewing on the horizon. Grandfather Clinton cleared his throat, the years of wisdom and weariness evident in his voice. "Roberto," he began, "I've been thinking about this for a long time. I need to meet the mafia Boss."

Godfather Roberto raised an eyebrow, his deep voice carrying a sense of caution. "You know the consequences of such a request, Clinton. The Boss doesn't meet just anyone."

Grandfather Clinton nodded slowly. "I understand, but I have a plan. I want to ask for his help in making me the president. It's the only way I can achieve what I've dreamed of my entire
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