Chapter One
Toulos Restaurant, adjacent to Capitol Hill, boasts a
politically incorrect menu of baby veal and horse carpaccio,
making it an ironic hotspot for the quintessential
Washingtonian power breakfast. This morning Toulos was busy a
cacophony of clanking silverware, espresso machines, and
cellphone conversations.
The maitre d' was sneaking a sip of his morning Bloody Mary
when the woman entered. He turned with a practiced smile.
"Good morning," he said. "May I help you?"
The woman was attractive, in her mid thirties, wearing gray,
pleated flannel pants, conservative flats, and an ivory Laura
Ashley blouse. Her posture was straight chin raised ever so
slightly not arrogant, just strong. The woman's hair was
light brown and fashioned in Washington's most popular style
the "anchorwoman" a lush feathering, curled under at the
shoulders ... long enough to be sexy, but short enough to remind
you she was probably smarter than you.
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