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“Really, Heather? How long have we been working together? Have I ever been the guy to jump at some random pussy? Honestly?” Brady asked, his voice cold and hard.
“Both of you stop it,” Elliott said, standing between them. “As your lawyer, I strongly encourage you to reconsider your position and calm down. ”
His lawyer. Well, that makes more sense. He is skeezy enough for the job, Liz thought.
Brady took a few steps away from them, placed his hands on a shelf, and took several deep breaths until his hands stopped shaking. “Fine,” he said finally. “What are you guys doing here anyway? It’s the middle of the night. ”
“Yates dropped out,” Elliott told him.
Liz’s mouth popped open. One of the competitors in the primary had dropped out of the race. That meant Brady had only one other opponent, Charles Hardy. This significantly increased Brady’s chances of winning. Hardy was a seasoned politician, but he didn’t have the financial backing, the charisma, or the name that Brady had.
“He dropped?” Brady asked, stunned by the new development.
“Yes, we drove all the way over here, because you weren’t answering your phone. We thought you would be interested to know what your competition looks like,” Heather told him. “It’s a different ball field with only one other guy. That makes it a horse race. We can win a horse race, Brady. We can win. ” She whispered the last phrase as if she wasn’t sure he understood what it meant. This clearly meant a lot to her too.
“What does Alex think?” Brady asked, his voice betraying how hopeful he was about the outcome.
Liz had heard Brady mention Alex, his campaign manager, before. He didn’t like to talk about him or really anything about the campaign much when they were together, but she had gathered that Alex was a strategy man. He preferred to work behind the scenes and let Brady and Heather take the front on anything in the spotlight.
Heather glanced at Elliott and he nodded. “He said it’s a go. You push hard the next couple weeks…and I mean hard, Brady, not what you’ve been doing all summer. If you do that, you have it in the bag, and Alex knows his shit,” Heather said.
“Then I’ll do it,” Brady said simply, like it was the easiest decision he had ever made. “I’ll do whatever it takes to win. You both know that. ”
“Then you’re going to have to get rid of the girl,” Heather said plainly.
“Heather,” Brady growled.
“I’m afraid I have to agree with her. Even if she hadn’t written those articles about you, she wouldn’t be an ideal choice. She’s too young, and she’s still in school. Brady, you need someone who makes you look electable, not someone who makes you look like you’re robbing the cradle,” Elliott piped in.
Liz felt as if she had been punched in the gut. Well, there it was all laid out before her. She was too young and didn’t make him look electable, aside from her slamming articles.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Brady asked, shaking his head.
“Brady, you want to win. So stop fucking around,” Heather cried. “This election is important. ”
“Don’t you think I know that?” he yelled back at her. “Why does everyone think that I’ve forgotten? I’ve been giving everything I have to this campaign, and I’ve been doing it for a long time now. I know what’s at stake, all right?”
“Then you’ll get rid of her?” Elliott asked, lacking any compassion in his voice.
Liz felt as if she were sitting with her head resting under the guillotine, waiting for the blade to slice down. It was over. Both of them had told him it was done. That was that.
She couldn’t even breathe. She had to hear him say it. She had to listen to him agree even if it would break her.
“No,” he said softly, his anger tightly controlled.
Liz wasn’t even sure she heard him right, her heart was beating so loudly in her ears.
“What?” Heather and Elliott blurted out at the same time.
“She’s not going anywhere,” he said, meeting their gazes head-on.
Liz stood very, very still. Was he…No, she couldn’t have heard him right…
Heather rolled her eyes to the ceiling. “Oh, please, you’re not going to risk everything for her. ”
“You’re being irrational, Brady,” Elliott said.
“I fucking love her, okay?” he yelled back at them without any restraint. “So she’s not going anywhere…I love her. ”
