Page 20 of Treason's Temptation
“What is it?”
“I miss you. When are you coming to visit?”
“Soon, Squirt. I’ve just been busy.”
“Saving for med school.”
“No, just busy,” I lied, and ironically, I thought about Treason. I could feel his brown eyes scolding me for not being honest.
Rayven smacked her lips, asking, “Doing what?”
“Stuff,” I replied, gulping the rest of my drink. “How’s college life treating you?”
“It’s fun. A lot of work, but fun.”
“Hmm, meet any cute boys?”
“No,” she rushed out before admitting the truth, “A few, but it’s nothing serious.”
“It’s okay to like boys, Rayven.”
“You don’t.”
“That’s my choice. Your choices are yours. Always remember that.”
“I know,” she sighed, tired of me beating it into her brain over the years, but someone had to.
“Good, I’ll call you later. I have to wrap up something.”
“I love you, Vie. Be safe.”
“I love you, Ray. Now get back to studying so I can brag about my baby sister being an amazing Neurosurgeon.”
“Bye!”
Scoping the restaurant grew so dull that I went home. Fresh out of the shower, I grabbed my laptop and typed Treason’s name into the search bar. He wasn’t lying about needing help. His opponents were doing a damn good job planting seeds of doubt,
The data suggested that Treason was respected, but not necessarily liked, which affected his credibility.
“Hmm, I can understand that,” I scoffed. His policy knowledge and passion were undeniable, but he lacked warmth and relatability.
Sadly, Treason seemed like the best man for the job. Victor was a puppet for a much bigger machine, but he wasn’t invincible. In fact, I had five solutions alone that didn’t involve me being Treason’s wife or girlfriend. Had he not ruined the night, I might’ve given him some tips, but a man as resourceful as Treason would find another way. I was almost sure of it.
Chapter 7
Hitting the bag this morning gave me the energy to sit through hours of oversight meetings. The main issue was Victor complaining about contracting more than one trash company to solve residents’ complaints. Another favor by the PAC backing Victor's campaign.
“It’s a win for now, but in five years, AWC won’t be able to compete with those companies you’re suggesting. What happens to all the jobs they create for this city?” Zoe argued.
“Now we’re rewarding mediocrity?”
“We’re rewarding them for taking care of the city’s waste for over thirty years. Not throwing them to the side because the rich want their trash picked up three times a week.”
“Isn’t it your job to say something,Executive Liaison?” Victor called out, growing frustrated with Zoe’s resilience.
“I won’t do your job for you,” I replied, bringing the cup to my mouth again because at the rate they were going, I wouldn’t be free for a while.
Victor threw his hands up, annoyed that he couldn’t bulldoze his ideas through like he used to. After another hour of going round and round, I tabled the subject for next week. Otherwise, Iwould’ve spent the afternoon listening to them bicker, and I had more important shit to do.
