When Claire arrived at her office, her assistant was waiting. Without stopping, she had pulled off her coat and handed it to Ken as she whisked into her office. The assistant silently closed the door to give her some peace and quiet so she could begin reading the newly released Senate Bill 1257.
It was 7pm before Claire finished scanning the bill, with its many pages of convoluted text. It was just what was needed to confuse its readers and make them miss what it was really saying. Her body was pulsating, her head ached. She stood and went to the bathroom to splash cold water over her face. Then she located a small bottle of aspirin and threw a few pills in her mouth. It was as bad as the rumors had claimed.
Claire went to her phone and dialed a number, but before there was an answer, she hung up. Don’t act hastily, give yourself some time to think. She paced the room for some time, but went back to the phone. Hitting the redial button, she waited for the call to go through.
A quick-witted voice sounded over the line. “Hello, this is Rachel.”
Claire put her head down as if there were people watching her, people in her empty walls. With one hand holding the phone, and the other cupped over the mouth piece, she said in a near whisper. “This is Claire. Can you meet me at the coffee house at midnight?”
“I’ll see you there.” The line went dead.
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