04-19-2020, 10:54 PM
Liberal Party HQ
1:30am
Prime Minister Josephine Alvarez stood aside from the others at the HQ who had their eyes glued to the screen watching the analysis, or chatting with each other. She was nervous, tapping her pencil against her notepad subconsciously.
“What if the Communists get through with us, and then people turn on us and they win?” she asked one of her aides and then continued before they could speak. “Or we miss out by a fraction of a percentage point again? The Conservatives are doing better than I expected, that alliance too.”
“It is out of our hands now,” one of the aides attempted to soothe Alvarez.
“And we still need to deal with this mess of a Xiomera problem. Laura Moore! She always has to interfere. Yauhmi is not a friend to Lauchenoiria, she can’t just go and say these things on live television. I’m going to need to talk to her. Again. Although, I understand where she’s coming from. But it’s too dangerous for her to do anything, or for us to do anything.”
“Prime Minister,” another aide said, approaching. “Your wife is on the phone again.”
“Of course she is!” Josephine sighed. “I wonder what this is now. Let me take the call, for all her flaws she used to know how to calm me down during election results.”
Josephine took the phone from her aide and headed upstairs from the election watch to her office, she shut the door and breathed a sigh of relief when all the noise was shut out. She looked at the phone, shaking her head but smiling, and then lifted it to her ear.
“Jennifer, what’s up?”
“Are you going to support Yauhmi’s faction in their coup?” Councillor Jennifer Hale asked, sounding rather delighted at the idea.
“Don’t listen to Laura,” Josephine sighed. “She just says these things with no consideration of how it will affect us.”
“That’s disappointing. But I think you should listen to her. People are going to empathise with Yauhmi because of Lauchenoiria’s civil war, especially people on our side. What Laura did was tactically smart.”
“I will not support Yauhmi.”
“Why not?”
“Because I won’t.”
“Josie, you don’t do things without reasons.”
“Don’t call me… oh never mind. I’m surprised your own spies haven’t told you.”
“Well, they might have, but I don’t read all the reports. Will you tell me or should I go back to the KIS building?”
“You’re going to get us both shot for treason! God, fine. Remember that traffic incident? Yeah, it was Xiomera. Trying to get back at us for that whole fiasco with the affair rumours and everything in that election. The message was quite clear. Don’t mess with Xiomera. Well, I’ll happily do as she asked and stay out of it.”
“For Goddess’ sake! You’re choosing to interpret this in a way that benefits you and your wannabe neutrality. Well, Prime Minister, I’ve got news for you. Neutrality in this world is impossible. Neutrality is complicity. People who stand back and let terrible things happen are complicit in those things. You’re going to win this election, everything indicates that. And then, you’re going to have to make a choice.”
“Why do you do this? Call me all the time? State business, secret discussions, and then this. A chat disguised as one of the others.”
“You know why, Josephine.”
With that, Hale hung up the call, leaving Alvarez sitting on the edge of her desk, leaning back and groaning, with her head in her hands, before heading back downstairs to continue watching the election coverage.
1:30am
Prime Minister Josephine Alvarez stood aside from the others at the HQ who had their eyes glued to the screen watching the analysis, or chatting with each other. She was nervous, tapping her pencil against her notepad subconsciously.
“What if the Communists get through with us, and then people turn on us and they win?” she asked one of her aides and then continued before they could speak. “Or we miss out by a fraction of a percentage point again? The Conservatives are doing better than I expected, that alliance too.”
“It is out of our hands now,” one of the aides attempted to soothe Alvarez.
“And we still need to deal with this mess of a Xiomera problem. Laura Moore! She always has to interfere. Yauhmi is not a friend to Lauchenoiria, she can’t just go and say these things on live television. I’m going to need to talk to her. Again. Although, I understand where she’s coming from. But it’s too dangerous for her to do anything, or for us to do anything.”
“Prime Minister,” another aide said, approaching. “Your wife is on the phone again.”
“Of course she is!” Josephine sighed. “I wonder what this is now. Let me take the call, for all her flaws she used to know how to calm me down during election results.”
Josephine took the phone from her aide and headed upstairs from the election watch to her office, she shut the door and breathed a sigh of relief when all the noise was shut out. She looked at the phone, shaking her head but smiling, and then lifted it to her ear.
“Jennifer, what’s up?”
“Are you going to support Yauhmi’s faction in their coup?” Councillor Jennifer Hale asked, sounding rather delighted at the idea.
“Don’t listen to Laura,” Josephine sighed. “She just says these things with no consideration of how it will affect us.”
“That’s disappointing. But I think you should listen to her. People are going to empathise with Yauhmi because of Lauchenoiria’s civil war, especially people on our side. What Laura did was tactically smart.”
“I will not support Yauhmi.”
“Why not?”
“Because I won’t.”
“Josie, you don’t do things without reasons.”
“Don’t call me… oh never mind. I’m surprised your own spies haven’t told you.”
“Well, they might have, but I don’t read all the reports. Will you tell me or should I go back to the KIS building?”
“You’re going to get us both shot for treason! God, fine. Remember that traffic incident? Yeah, it was Xiomera. Trying to get back at us for that whole fiasco with the affair rumours and everything in that election. The message was quite clear. Don’t mess with Xiomera. Well, I’ll happily do as she asked and stay out of it.”
“For Goddess’ sake! You’re choosing to interpret this in a way that benefits you and your wannabe neutrality. Well, Prime Minister, I’ve got news for you. Neutrality in this world is impossible. Neutrality is complicity. People who stand back and let terrible things happen are complicit in those things. You’re going to win this election, everything indicates that. And then, you’re going to have to make a choice.”
“Why do you do this? Call me all the time? State business, secret discussions, and then this. A chat disguised as one of the others.”
“You know why, Josephine.”
With that, Hale hung up the call, leaving Alvarez sitting on the edge of her desk, leaning back and groaning, with her head in her hands, before heading back downstairs to continue watching the election coverage.
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