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Politics

The crowd hushed and turned to Brad, their simultaneous movements like a wave rushing the sea. Their eyes were wide. Brows raised. Waiting for him to fall on his face. To give them the final nail in his coffin. He wasn’t going to. Brad kept a smile plastered over his face even though his heart felt like it dropped into his stomach. Ginger squeezed his hand. They stood on the back lawn of their sprawling mansion on the bank of one of the biggest harbors in the world. He looked over at his wife as sunlight glanced over her bare arms and highlighted her dark brown hair. “You had a good run. We’ll be okay,” her eyes seemed to tell him. Nodding, he pecked her on the lips. Released her hand. His body felt wooden as he turned away. Faced the crowd of murmuring men and women, all in pressed outfits and perfectly manicured bodies. They stepped to either side, lining a path for him to the back porch that overlooked them all. Brad had been lucky most of his life. Born with an above average intelligence, he’d worked his way up the educational ladder and received a scholarship to Harvard. There hadn’t been much of a choice: get an education or suffer in the streets. He’d chosen the former but unlike these people, he wouldn’t forget the generations of poverty his family came from. Today would help define the rest of his career, if he did it right. It wouldn’t be about his loss. It would be about his support of the party, a strength for next time. Grinning wider, he nodded to the crowd and ...

... walked forward. Met the eyes of the party’s supporters. Shook their hands. Murmurs rose through the crowd and more answering smiles met his eyes as he waded through the last leg their pathway. When his shoes finally scraped the concrete on the porch, he turned. Waved. Cheers rose up in front of him. Stepping onto the little platform to the podium, he spread his arms palms down, motioning everyone to quiet. “Tamara Coben and I have a lot of the same views. She’s a good friend of mine and a harrowing opponent. Our country needs new leadership...” He told them everything they wanted to hear then pointed at Tamara, his eyes still on the crowd. “...Tamara Coben will bring our interests to Washington.” Brad fought a cringe from the false jubilation in his own voice. Diamonds sparkled in the sun as the crowd cheered and applauded. He glanced to the side. Tamara’s perfectly made up blue eyes watched him. A smile twitched on her mauve stained lips. Battling a frown, he turned back to the crowd. “Mark this day, my friends. Ms. Coben is a rising star and will be a driving force in our party for change. I stand with you all, and fully support her.” Turning to his graciously smiling victor, he clapped like a fool with the rest of them. Raising a hand in her trademark beauty queen wave, Tamara Coben stepped across the porch with the slightest twitch of her hips. The applause grew. Even the caterers behind her lowered their trays and watched her walk away. Brad extended his arm as she grew ...