Chapter 22

• Jack pov
• Clark's words lingered in the air, heavy and suffocating like the oppressive silence that enveloped the room. A presidential pardon? It was a power play that stretched far beyond anything I had ever pulled off. I had connections—hell, more than most people could dream of—but asking for a pardon? That was a different league altogether.
• "How do we even begin to secure a pardon from the president?" I asked, my voice quieter now, trying to grasp the full weight of the situation. "This isn't something that can be done overnight. The political red tape alone..."