Not even the arrival of the Trumps in the White House could discombobulate Wesley Jones, longtime White House butler, poet, and spy for an unnamed secret society of black American tycoons and cultural leaders. He was cool. He’d better stay cool, too, because he had an undercover job to do, and if he got caught, it would be disastrous.
He looked up at th…
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