Although I hated the idea, I was obliged to continue with decorum.

Sheryl’s Daily Prompt

Although I hated the idea, I was obliged to continue with decorum. Jepson wasn’t paying me to express my personal views on the matter, just report the results. It took every ounce of personal strength and willpower I had to refrain from lashing out at the miscreant idiot who thought he knew what he was talking about. There was a fraction of merit in what he said, but so minimal as to be obscure. Yet he’d blown the situation all out of proportion. Oh right, it was an election year, I forgot! Although I was in the midst of a gaggle of people, my eyebrows raised, my eyes squinted and he noticed.

“You, miss, you don’t agree?”

I looked around to see who he was addressing and realized it was me. Damn! “I’m simply here to report the latest,” I remarked in a manner I hoped he’d accept at face value and move on and he appeared to because he blinked once and then continued with his speech.

I was nearly out the door when I felt a hand on my arm. I nearly jumped out of my skin and |I looked up into startlingly blue eyes and a familiar face I hadn’t realized was that handsome. He smiled and said, “Didn’t mean to startle you but I’d like to know your thoughts on the subject at hand and why you obviously disagree.”

“Mr. Garrison, I appreciate your interest but as you’ve built your entire campaign on the subject, I’m assuming you have fact checked and have made a determination based on your findings. Whether I personally agree or not is immaterial.”

“You obviously have a definite opinion and I’d like to hear it. Miss…”

“Myers. Josephine Myers.” At that he held out his hand which I took and then shook.

“Surely you can afford me twenty minutes and I’ll provide the best coffee the city has to offer as enticement.”

I smiled, “You know my weakness. Ok, twenty minutes.”

We walked side by side toward a kiosk at the far end of the building. “Scouts honour, the best! Just wait, you’ll see,” he promised. We took the coffee and sat at a nearby table. He wasn’t wrong. It was sensational coffee.

“So tell me, what are your thoughts on the proposal?”

“You understand I can’t speak for my employer and he’d be incensed if he knew I’d spoken to you about this. It would create a serious problem for me.”

“Mum’s the word, I promise.”

“Ok then.” I started in on what I knew, what I believed, and and what I’d learned as a result of an in-depth research I’d conducted and what the end results might be.”

“You have done some invaluable research, and you’ve pointed out something my team missed. Thank you for this.”

“I promise your employer won’t hear it from me, but I find myself in the unenviable position of racing back and fact checking this new info I was previously unaware of. For that I thank you.”

“Listen, I’m intrigued, I can’t help myself. I’d love to get to know you better. Any chance we could meet for dinner?”

I looked at him and smiled, “I’d love that.” I couldn’t help myself. He was a good man and he would indeed look into the facts I’d presented. It could be harmful to his campaign, that was a given, but he seemed genuinely concerned. I liked that, in fact, I liked that a lot!

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