Political Puppet


“He’s on in five minutes Jason. It’s only around the corner. He’s holding it in the little square outside Wrap-It-Up. You know? The burrito place? We could be there and back in ten –“

“It’s not that I don’t know where it is Josie. I’ve eaten there every day since they opened.”

“Well then what’s the problem?”

Jason sighed, finally looking away from his screen. It was only him and Josie left in the office, the rest of their co-workers had gone to see Lombard’s speech. Like the fools they were. He glanced around the empty office, at the little screens humming away to themselves and the air conditioning whirring overhead.

“I just don’t like the guy ok?” he said, finally meeting Josie’s wide and, ordinarily, friendly eyes. What he saw there was not at all friendly. It was that fervent, slightly mad look he’d come to associate with Adrian Lombard’s admirers. Josie stared at him, as though not really seeing him. As though struck dumb by his expression of dissent. She looked at him like she couldn’t decide if he was dangerous or just stupid.

“He’s not a politician, Josie. He just wants power.”





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