He watched Wingate, knowing the man was about to come undone. As Grand Master, Sinclair's decisions were final. It didn't matter what Wingate said now.The camera tracked Wingate as he paced the floor of the videoconference room in Sinclair's plantation estate, shaking his head, wringing his hands-moving in panicked animation. From the wall of monitors, every Guardian's face glared at their presidential candidate."But I've explained to you," Wingate said, "there is nothing to the accusation. Yes, the kid went to one of my youth camps, but I never touched him, or any other child for that matter. Never even met him. The father is a scam artist and sees a fast way to make a buck. Anybody in the public eye is subject to this kind of thing by the low-life out there. The world is filled with their type-vultures. It happens all the time." He panned the room, looking first at Sinclair and then the monitors. "Come on. This is nothing new to men of your stature. Just pick up any supermarket tabloid and look at the cover." Except for the tapping of the soles of his shoes on the marble floor as he paced and his heavy breathing, the only response was silence.
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