Catherine took her half-day off very seriously. Donovan had been gracious enough to give her a small break from him. A trip to the book store would make all her problems go away. Everyday for the last month, she had been religiously sending out emails to publishing companies. At least seven out of a hundred responded. And one out of the seven would be what an average person would term a positive response but they were often accompanied with negative terms and conditions. She circled through the store for a while and found some really good reads. A few minutes later she got a text from Donovan. It read; “I need you”. Her heart sunk to her feet for a moment, “I need you.” What did that mean and why did it make her smile a little? Catherine slapped herself a little, “Stop being stupid!” she yelled. She took a taxi and headed to the nearest train station. When she had gotten to the mansion, she rang the bell. There was no response. She decided to send Donovan a text which he didn’t res
“What does he have on us?,” Stanford asked Donovan. “Nothing, for now,” he answered. “Have you talked to Jerry?,” he inquired. “Yeah,” Donovan said nonchalantly. He was tired of explaining how he had no prior knowledge to Frank Dubel joining the race for Senator. “And he has the DA! Damn bastard,” Stanford was furious. “Well, he is his uncle,” Donovan said, Stanford rolled his eyes, “They’re just well connected, doesn’t mean we’re any less”. He sat quiet for a while. “Fred,” he summoned. “They have too many people in legislature,” Donovan explained. “I know, but we have business connections. The grand judge is my friend, we still have this,” Stanford was concerned but had no intention of showing it. “How’s the campaign team doing?” “They’re doing alright. Trying to come up with manifestos,” Donovan spoke with confidence. He knew the team he hired was more than capable of handling the situation. “We need something persuasive, something they’ve never heard before”. Donovan no
“Shit,” Catherine mumbled, observing how Donovan whispered something in some girl’s ear, causing her to laugh sheepishly. As he traced his hands through her skin and pulled her in for a kiss, Cathy was done watching. She had seen enough. She made a turn in the opposite direction. “And where do you think you’re going?” Rachel asked. Catherine’s heart sunk into her feet. “I—I,” she tried to speak but was tongue tied. Rachel frowned. There was a deep furrow in her brows. Catherine stood silently. “Hi, Rachel. Can I borrow her for a moment?” Kenny pulled her away. Catherine sighed with relief. Kenny was literally her savior. “What’s with you? You’ve been acting strange,” he spoke to Catherine, who was completely out of it. She stared deeply into space, the only space she could think of at the moment, Donovan. She watched as the unnamed blonde traced his biceps, laughing hard into his chest. It stung her, every bit of it, but she still couldn’t tell why. Was she falling for Dono
After sitting there for a while, she made her escape. She glanced over at Donovan, who was staring at her. Catherine walked to the next table. She had found people willing to hear her out. They were representatives from one of the biggest automobile company in the United States. The owner of the company had a great reach within New York and would prove to be an asset if he dropped his pride and attended a damn event. Her composure Impressed the representatives he sent over. Catherine explained to them their role and importance to the campaign. Before she was done speaking, they had made their first donation.She enjoyed the feeling of being on a luxury boat for a while, watching the waves crash against each other. She felt an odd feeling of satisfaction. “One down, a hundred more to go,” she mumbled, walking to the other part of the deck where her teammates were to see how they were doing. Liam, the most articulate of them all, didn’t seem to have much of a problem getting peop
Donovan was playing to win her. She couldn’t tell if it was a chivalrous act or just downright disrespectful. “Best two out of three?” Ahmed asked. Donovan nodded in affirmation. “Dealer, shall we begin?” He said to the dealer. The game started on a low note for Donovan and ended with both men losing to the dealer. The second round ended with Ahmed as the winner and third, Donovan. It was a tie. “Let’s have a tiebreaker,” Ahmed suggested. “On one condition,” Donovan said. “What?” Ahmed asked. “We’ll multiple the bets by 10,” Donovan declared. Stanford gave him an apprehensive look. Was he willing to lose 30 million dollars in one day? “Fine.” He raised his right hand to summon his uncle. After a few minutes of whispering, one of his goons appeared with a bag, throwing it on top of the table. The dealer unzipped the bag to reveal a huge of money. Donovan smirked, completely unfazed. He dipped his hand into his suit pocket, opened his brown leather wallet and pulled o
It was 6pm, finally they were on land. Catherine loathe the experience and wished it would never repeat itself. Luxury boats were not her cup of tea. Clutching her heels and dress, she gathered her things from the cabin. Her appearance was similar to a bride who had been stood up by her groom on her wedding day. Her ruined makeup did not quite help the situation. She didn’t even mind the deadly stares that followed her. “Catherine,” Mr. Stanford called out from where he stood. He was having a conversation with Najib. “Yes, sir,” she answered, walking in his direction. He stared at her bare feet, but she obviously didn’t mind. “Here,” he said, handing her a check. She stared blankly. He handed her a check and she wondered whether to feel grateful or irritated.? “Thank you for the flawless job you did with today’s fundraiser. You deserve at least a day off,” he added, still stretching out his hand. Catherine gripped her tongue. “A day?” she mumbled. Stanford’s attention had s
After the drama that took place the previous day, Catherine decided to start the new day with a quick run. She knew very well the area she lived, but at that point she really didn’t care. Whether she ruined her new running shoes with dog poop on the side on the road was none of her business. She needed to clear her head and get her priorities in check. After downing her regular ginger and lemon shot, she was ready to begin her day. Catherine stared at the check that laid on her nightstand. After careful consideration, she picked it up. She deserved to spoil herself after all she had been through. Regardless of the situation, she woke up with a huge smile across her face and planned to keep it that way. Her plan was cut short and her smile gradually faded when she remembered the text she got from Ruby. She took out her phone to re-read it. It read; “Hey Catherine, I’m having a little dinner tomorrow night. It’s a girls’ night and we’re basically discussing wedding stu
Catherine laid in bed for a while. A knock from the door got her up. Her eyes immediately went to her phone. It was 12:56. “Hello,” Kenny said as she opened the door. “Hey,” she said, grabbing the bag he held in front of his face. “I didn’t know what you wanted, so I practically got everything,” he said referring to the bag of food that was now in Catherine’s hand. He opened his backpack and pulled out some binders, dropping them onto her island. “What’s all this?” she asked. “Homework,” he responded. “Huh,” she said with a puzzled look on her face. “Campaign homework. You need to know your politics, Cathy,” he explained. “But I do,” she pouted. He stared at her for a while before asking, “What are focus groups?”. Catherine stared blankly. “A small group of people whose response to something is studied to determine the response that can be expected from a larger population,” he answered his question. “You need to be indispensable, Catherine, so they’d the less of a reason t