Claire was headed for a meeting with Clancy just outside of town. She spotted the café he’d told her about and parked at the end of the lot. When she entered its doors, she spotted Bill sitting in a booth at the other end of the room. Immediately, anger flushed her face as she marched to his table.
“Senator, you have a lot of explaining. Where is Clancy?”
His face was wearing a smirk, his attitude was disgusting. “Claire, you didn’t really think he would consider you important enough to drive all the way out here, do you? And besides, he’s not very happy with you.” He put his finger to his chin, his eyes squinting in thought. “What is the word he used? AWOL?” He patted the seat next to him. “Come on, Claire. Sit here so we can have a quiet little talk.”
She slid into the seat across from his without taking her eyes off him. “This sham is so easy to disprove and you know it. So why waste the time and effort? Why get the Ambassador’s wife upset about nothing?”
“Are you really that innocent? Claire, we could have had so much fun together, I enjoy your little girl façade. In fact, I’m having a wonderful vision now. You’re dressed up as a high school cheerleader. Complete with braids. And that wonderful set of, that wonderful chest of yours is protruding in your thin, tight sweater, showing just a hint of those great nipples. Woa, I’m getting hard.”
“You’re repulsive, Bill.” She stood, “Unless you have a message from Clancy, I’m done here.”
He waved his hand, gesturing for her to sit, “Ok, Ms. Innocent. Get off your high horse. It’s not as if we haven’t done it, you know.”
She looked at him with a scorn. “Tell Clancy to send a man next time.” She turned to leave, but then heard him finally say something worth listening to.
“Clancy will go on FOXX and give them first crack at the revolving story of Claire Winslow. You heard me, Claire. Clancy will himself go on the set and denounce this story to defend you in front of the country.”
“What? That’s all he has to offer?” A cough released from her throat. “You guys are a joke, Bill. This is not that tough to disprove, I think I’ll go it on my own.” She started to walk away from him, but stopped. “Oh, and Bill? Give the fat slob this message. I’m thinking of changing to a Democrat.”
“You know, I agree with you. You probably have proof that you weren’t anywhere near Colombia last year. Actually, this story is only meant to be a message to let you know how easy it will be to put you out of a job in November. The big man already has a name picked out to run against you. And lots of money to back him up. So it’s that simple. Vote yes on Friday and keep your job. He doesn’t even care how you vote on Wednesday. That’s it, one vote for your job.”
She looked down on him and let a little snorting sound release from her throat. Without saying anymore, she went to her car and called to see how Rachel was fairing at the studio.
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