Leo and Murphy walked out of the Hart Senate Office Building.
The afternoon sun in Washington pierced through the clouds.
Murphy took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"I'm going to contact the team. Tomorrow morning's meeting is crucial, and I need to prepare some data to handle their questions," Murphy said to Leo.
Leo nodded.
"Go get ready. We'll meet back here tomorrow at nine in the morning."
Murphy walked toward a black sedan at the curb, briefcase in hand.
The car started and merged into the traffic on the main road.
Leo stood alone on the steps.
The rest of the day was his own.
Ever since entering the political arena, he had been constantly on the move.
He dealt with congressmen, wrangled with capitalists, handled strikes, and solved funding crises.
His brain was in overdrive every day.
Now, he had a dozen or so hours of absolute freedom.
He walked down the steps and headed west along Constitution Avenue.
