Cam let out a snort. "Oh, you're right about that. I don't want to get rid of it. I'd be fucked without it. I make my living off of helping rich, powerful men cheat on their wives. But, I tell you what, if I'd never been handed this shit, I'd probably be the kind of guy Brooke would actually be proud of." He shot a bitter smirk in Jimmy's direction. "Maybe even the sort the only honest man in Washington would actually enjoy spending time with."
He dragged himself out of his seat. "You can close my tab up," he told the bartender, letting himself lean against the bar.