The fear hit before dawn. Screens lit up with messages no one could ignore, and suddenly every hallway of power felt smaller, darker, more dangerous. No one was named. No direct target. Just enough dread to make everyone wonder if they were next. In a state still haunted by a senator’s murder, Jonathan Bohn’s unraveling didn’t look like sorrow. It looked like a warning. By the time he apologized, the damage was already carved into headlines, security briefings, and private nightmares. A lobbyist’s breakdown had become a public crisis, and the justice system was left to decide whether his words were a cry for help—or the fi…
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