That frown disconcerts Dino even more, and he feels a little tremble threatening to run through him. He knows he should walk away from this, maybe not ask, never know, but there's a part central to him that desperately needs to know the truth, and see the heart of everything around him.
"What kind of influence?" He can't imagine... "Playing favorites? Buying people off?"
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"What kind of influence?" He can't imagine... "Playing favorites? Buying people off?"