C.J.'s Wallet

C.J.'s hand darts to her side, snatching the wallet—a compact leather clutch bulging with folded bills and White House credentials—from her pocket amid the turkey standoff. She thrusts it forward toward Morton Horn, desperation etching her features as she offers instant payment for Troy, the $275 price tag fueling her frantic bid to hijack protocol and spare the photogenic bird from slaughter. Leather creaks under tense grip, emblem of her impulsive resolve clashing with farmhand intransigence.