He looked himself in the eye, the mirror reflecting back the old twinkle he’d thought was gone for good. Heh. The weight of the past year was lifted up and he could breathe, really breathe again. The phone had stopped ringing; all those angry, annoying bullies he forced himself to be genial to had given up in disgust. Their money was gone, and his devil’s pact from 2000 was paid.
That woman who had seemed like such a sweet escape had lost her appeal, like someone you'd picked up in a bar, seen in the brutal morning light. What the hell had come over him? Whatever it was, at least it was gone. He was back. And this speech would be his – it would be him. No handlers making adjustments to please the check writers, no religious nuts eyeballing with disdain and filling in the margins. The man he used to be would become the man he is.
First order of business was to allow his staff to release any and all details, in the form of a leak, to the press about her they needed to get off their chests. 2012 his ass. Who’s the maverick now, ice princess?! She never really knew who she was dealing with. She’d know by next week. The smile the looking glass showed him was all heart, and it felt good.
He never thought he’d find such peace in a concession speech, but Yes He Did.
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The StaffersPart II:
The CandidatePart III:
The WifePart IV:
The VPPart V:
The Dude
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