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Chapter 11
Of
Bowling: The Sport of the Broken Hearted.
A chapter entilted:
Earnest Lyon FinallyComprehends he's Screwed.
A/N you know if you put too much milk in tomato soup, it really tastes bad. But anyway, groveling. I'M SO SORRRYYY!
Mac Thomas was in a state of absolute amazement-something that did not happen to her often. Normally, the young professional prided herself on knowing absolutely everything about her clients. This included the stuff they told her bluntly or offhandedly or the stuff she had to track down by stealing, prying and blackmailing. But this? She had not even imaged it possible! After working on so many campaigns since she was 13, she had uncovered more then a few dirty secrets and thus was shocked by nothing anymore. But this? As it turned out Earnest Lyon-most characteristically associated for his explosive and seemingly violent temper when things did not go exactly as he wanted-did, in fact, have a heart. And a very big one at that!
So, even if it killed her, Mac was going to put this man in office. For once in her life the young woman-finally-believed in the candidate she was working for. It was a wonderful feeling.
Sitting behind Earnest's desk, in his huge chair, with his various bank statements around her, Mac smiled the smile of the wicked.
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Earnest was annoyed beyond any doubt. Nothing new in that. It was something everybody had to learn to live with. But instead of people all but jumping to get out of his way and doing everything he asked, poor, grumpy Earnest hit a symbolic brick wall. Sitting in HIS chair smiling evilly and looking remarkably unconcerned about the glare he was sending her was Mac.
"WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT MY CHAIR?!" he hollered. Poor Mrs. Micheals who had just been coming in made a hasty retreat back out the door.
"I have to give you credit Earnest, you do put on one hell of a good act." Many factors from this statement almost caused dear Ernie boy's head to explode in a gruesome tide of boiling hot gray matter. First off, he had no idea what Mac was talking about so smugly, she was sitting in his chair-AGAIN- and of course her tone was too remarkably calm for someone he had just hollered at. Summed up? He had no control.
"What are you talking about?" he hissed in such away that it seemed he had shouted directly in Mac's ear.
"You're a softy," the woman stated in a normal tone before getting out of the chair with a coffee cup in hand, "and because of that, I am going to make sure you win this election." The door closed. Mac had effectively ended the conversation. Earnest was left standing alone in his office staring at his chair lazily spinning around from the force of Mac leaving it. Generally, when someone assures you that they mean to do everything in their power to give you what you want you should be happy. But no-no, that would just not be Earnest's style. No-no, Earnest must look the gift horse in the mouth. As he says, it's better to be in the front looking at the teeth and making sure everything is alright then later be at the back and get kicked by the hooves. But anyway!
The tall, powerfully built man stuck a ham-sized hand out and stopped the chair. Sitting down, he sprung up again and headed for his doorway. Once out in the main floor-where all the other desks were grouped-he homed right in on Mac refilling her coffee cup.
Her positively stormed over.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" he screeched. Everyone either made hasty exits or hid behind something to shamelessly listen in.
"You give all the money your mother gives you-and according to your bank statements that's quite a bit-away to various charities. At the present moment, the suit I'm wearing is worth more then you are," Mac said calmly stirring her coffee and rolling her eyes. Earnest was momentarily stunned.
"How the hell do you know that?" the tone he used was the quietest anyone had heard him use.
"How the hell do you think I wasn't going to?" Mac countered completely unconcerned with how angry her boss was getting. She was kind of annoyed herself about the situation. Earnest was about to tear a strip into her, but first he had to make sure something wasvery clear.
"No one is to know about this." His tone was dead serious.
"Not even a little?" asked Mac
"No."
"Fine." Earnest was confused. That was way too easy. His philosophy about the gift horse came into effect.
"What is that suppose to mean?"
"It means fine." She began to walk away.
"NO, NO, NO," Earnest yelled following her, "It doesn't. You've already done something haven't you?"
"A little bit paranoid aren't you Ernie."
"Oh dear Lord what have you done?" Mac merely smiled and continued walking.
"I'LL SUE YOU FOR EVERYTHING!" he hollered again. Well she's done it, he thought, she's got me exactly where she can control me. "BLAST IT ALL TO HELL!" he yelled before running after his Campaign Manager again. Something, he realized in a horrible realization, that he was going be to doing an awful lot for the next month or so.
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Very short, but this is only half of the chapter. The other half will be up (hopefully) soon. If not you have free leave to flame me.
Stargirlie: Charlie calm down? No. No, Charlie has some issues to deal with yet. Thanks for the review and I hope you haven't given up on the fic.
Awesome Sauce: I did what you said and gto back on the election. I hope you enjoy, thanks for the review and I hope you haven't given up on the story. Oh and we will be seeing more of Tonya and Addie as a couple later on.