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“So, you’re the equivalent of the Mayor of Shanghai?” I ask, filing away the fact that China First Bank is holding a fundraiser for American political leaders for later.
“I am,” Tina Ling says, with a puff of pride.
“Well, Mayor,” I say, smiling sweetly. “This is a conversation for just Senators and Governors. Would you mind giving us a moment, please?”
I know, hun. I know. I’m being a bitch.
But just looking at her tits hanging out from that black dress, with those slits showing her thigh. How elegant she is. How silky. And how entitled. It just has me feeling very bloated and angry. Like who the hell is she to come in here, have her fancy fundraiser, and walk away with this man?
Tina must realize this because she smiles at me in a superior fashion. “I’ll be at the bar, waiting, Carter,” she says, and turns to walk away.
“That could have gone better,” Carter says, a slight smile on his severe face as he looks at me.
“Be the bigger person and all, you mean?” I ask, taking his arm in mine and moving him toward a corner of the room.
Oh, my. Taking his arm? In mine? Drawing closer?
It’s a good thing at least that I wore panties tonight. Because I’d be dripping down my legs right now if I didn’t.
“Being gracious is something that’s usually smiled upon,” Carter says.
“So when a Mayor makes some news by saying the Governor can go fuck himself, maybe the best thing to do is ignore it and not make a mountain out of a mole hill, hm?” I ask him with a smile.
Carter’s face stiffens. “That’s different."
“How?” I ask, smiling. I know I’m not listening to my own advice I gave myself in the car. I was supposed to come in here and steamroll over him. But I’m having fun instead.
“Liam Jeffries is an undisciplined, arrogant, sonofabitch, and he’s never cared about authority or rules in his entire goddamn life,” Carter says matter-of-factly. “And I can’t sacrifice the future of this state just so he can be seen as the hero by his drinking buddies up in New Kingston.”
“You don’t mess with jobs,” I tell Carter.
“Jobs won’t be worth a damn when everyone has asthma and their drinking water is poisoned,” Carter shoots back at me.
“But you need to consider that maybe you just let him burn out then,” I reply back. “You’ll still be here, but let him vent. And move on. Kill the factories with red tape.”
Carter pauses for a moment. “Have you ever met Liam Jeffries?” he asks me.
I shake my head. I’ve never even bothered. He’s a mayor of a small town that’s a suburb of New York City. The population of New Kingston is around 45,000. Fifty minutes from a city of 8 million. My office didn’t even have a file for him.
“I’ve never met him nor dealt with him,” I tell Carter.
“Well, then,” Carter says pointing behind me toward the wall. “This is who you’re dealing with.”
I turn around toward the television.
And for the second time that night, I gasp.
Tall, rugged, handsome, with a smirk that tells me he’s gotten his hands dirty too many times to count is a man that the headline says is Liam Jeffries.
I can see the vague trace of a tattoo on his right and left shoulder and one peeking up from his chest.
He’s speaking. The volume is lowered since there’s a party, but I can still hear.
“These factory jobs are coming to New Kingston,” Liam says. “I don’t care what kind of environmental legislation they’ve passed up in Albany, but I can tell you this, that shit doesn’t mean a damn when you don’t have a job. And I’m bringing jobs.”
I’m transfixed. I’m mesmerized. By his face. His eyes. His intensity.
“And I know I’m not supposed to curse on live television, but if the Governor is going to get his panties in a bunch over helping good people, then I’m going to keep saying what I said yesterday,” Liam says to the camera. “He can go fuck himself. Or he can stop crying and suck a fat fucking dick.”
