Your message didn’t include all of anybody. Last night, your message was geared towards those checkbooks.” She was frowning at him with disgust as she leaned forward on the table. “Having money doesn’t make you better than anybody else; it only gives you more opportunities. Unfortunately, with that money, you don’t do anything good with it. The next year and a half, the only thing that money is going to be used for is to pay off people and buy billions in negative ads.”
“You seem to have this whole thing figured out, don’t you?” Thurston said with equal disdain.
“No, I just have you figured out,” she told him as she gulped down the glass of orange juice.
“And what have you figured out about me?” He truly wanted to hear her view.
“You are bidding your time. You are waiting for someone to die,” she said flatly.
“What? Taka-tay-veesha—you have some nerve. You don’t know me!”
She stood and gathered her few belongings. “Oh yes I do. Men like you have no real value. You only become valuable by either the needs of a child or the needs of a woman. Your own self-value you won’t discover because circumstance defines you. Your circumstance will be defined by either your father dying and leaving you his wealth, or a senator dying and giving you an opportunity to fill his seat. In the meantime, you just take up space, being paid to rehash someone else’s ideas, with none of your own. You are waiting for someone to make you relevant.”
Thurston was offended by her words and struck out at her with harsh words, “And what are you doing that is so magnificent in Compton for your fellow man?”
“You may be surprised, Mr. GOP. I came to your rescue, didn’t I?” she said as she grabbed her purse. “Thanks for breakfast.”
“I’m not through talking to you Takaveesha!”
“But I am done talking to you. Glad you feel better,” she told him as she opened the door and stepped out into the hallway.
He wanted to run after her but the coffee hit his stomach like a rock and he realized she had eaten all of the food. He scrambled to get back to the bathroom. To hell with her… she didn’t know what she was talking about .
Chapter 3. Maybe she had been right …
Thurston returned to his New York office on Friday morning, no worse for the wear, but still not quite one hundred percent. He received a few welcome backs from people he had never noticed before. Congrats was shouted at him for the record number of donations received from his visit to Los Angeles, yet the trip had left a hole in him. The hole only grew larger when his assistant rushed into his office asking, “Did you hear? Did you hear?”
“Hear what?” he asked as he settled, or at least attempted to get comfortable, behind his desk. Since returning from LA, he had been restless and uneasy, feeling as if something big was coming his way.
“Congressman Owens is in the middle of a horrible scandal. His girlfriend has gone public with all sorts of documents and details about his financial misconduct, and the poor man has had a heart attack. It is uncertain if he is going to make it,” Vickie, his assistant said, sounding as if she had just won the lottery.
“Vickie, you make this seem like good news,” he stated drolly.
“It is. This means there is an open seat in Congress and it is your turn,” she said. There must have been something in the air because suddenly, everything became more intense. The air was electrified and every staff member was flitting about, whispering his name.
Finally Vickie turned back to him, “Aren’t you excited? This is great news!” To you maybe . His value as a member of the party increased, but maybe that Takavesha woman was right; did he have any real value as a man in this party? He wasn’t even sure what platform he would run on if called upon to seek the vacant seat. Even if it was his turn.
It is a common misconception
“You seem to have this whole thing figured out, don’t you?” Thurston said with equal disdain.
“No, I just have you figured out,” she told him as she gulped down the glass of orange juice.
“And what have you figured out about me?” He truly wanted to hear her view.
“You are bidding your time. You are waiting for someone to die,” she said flatly.
“What? Taka-tay-veesha—you have some nerve. You don’t know me!”
She stood and gathered her few belongings. “Oh yes I do. Men like you have no real value. You only become valuable by either the needs of a child or the needs of a woman. Your own self-value you won’t discover because circumstance defines you. Your circumstance will be defined by either your father dying and leaving you his wealth, or a senator dying and giving you an opportunity to fill his seat. In the meantime, you just take up space, being paid to rehash someone else’s ideas, with none of your own. You are waiting for someone to make you relevant.”
Thurston was offended by her words and struck out at her with harsh words, “And what are you doing that is so magnificent in Compton for your fellow man?”
“You may be surprised, Mr. GOP. I came to your rescue, didn’t I?” she said as she grabbed her purse. “Thanks for breakfast.”
“I’m not through talking to you Takaveesha!”
“But I am done talking to you. Glad you feel better,” she told him as she opened the door and stepped out into the hallway.
He wanted to run after her but the coffee hit his stomach like a rock and he realized she had eaten all of the food. He scrambled to get back to the bathroom. To hell with her… she didn’t know what she was talking about .
Chapter 3. Maybe she had been right …
Thurston returned to his New York office on Friday morning, no worse for the wear, but still not quite one hundred percent. He received a few welcome backs from people he had never noticed before. Congrats was shouted at him for the record number of donations received from his visit to Los Angeles, yet the trip had left a hole in him. The hole only grew larger when his assistant rushed into his office asking, “Did you hear? Did you hear?”
“Hear what?” he asked as he settled, or at least attempted to get comfortable, behind his desk. Since returning from LA, he had been restless and uneasy, feeling as if something big was coming his way.
“Congressman Owens is in the middle of a horrible scandal. His girlfriend has gone public with all sorts of documents and details about his financial misconduct, and the poor man has had a heart attack. It is uncertain if he is going to make it,” Vickie, his assistant said, sounding as if she had just won the lottery.
“Vickie, you make this seem like good news,” he stated drolly.
“It is. This means there is an open seat in Congress and it is your turn,” she said. There must have been something in the air because suddenly, everything became more intense. The air was electrified and every staff member was flitting about, whispering his name.
Finally Vickie turned back to him, “Aren’t you excited? This is great news!” To you maybe . His value as a member of the party increased, but maybe that Takavesha woman was right; did he have any real value as a man in this party? He wasn’t even sure what platform he would run on if called upon to seek the vacant seat. Even if it was his turn.
It is a common misconception
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