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| The meeting was reaching a new level of mind numbing boredom, but I sat in my chair, always the faithful and diligent employee, and listened to the senior partners make jokes that weren�t within spitting distance of being remotely funny while our clients nodded and pretended to know and care about what they were hearing.
Sometimes I wondered why I had gone back to corporate law, why I hadn�t stayed in politics or gotten a job working for the District Attorney�s office after my Congressional campaign crashed and burned. I had lost my focus, my drive, somewhere along the way, and, in an attempt to find out what I wanted my life to be like, I had gone back to what I knew was the most stable option for me. I was back to paying seventeen times the average when tax season rolled around and I was, in the words of my mother, helping to make the world a little bit worse. Except that I wasn�t, because I had managed to turn the firm around on a lot of things that affected real people every day. I was brought out of his moment of silent reflection when the attention of everyone in the room turned toward the door. Rumpled suit, pale skin, dark circles that would make a raccoon jealous under his eyes, and his backpack slung over one shoulder, Josh stood before them much the same way he had nine years earlier, only this time he was dry and my leaving was not a foregone conclusion. Because I knew that was why Josh Lyman had come to California when the Transition was going full steam ahead and any number of a billion things needed to be taken care of back in DC. He wanted to pull me back into politics. Again. �I�m sorry, can we help you?� one of the partners asked. Turning my chair away from the door, I took a moment to collect myself. �If you�ll all excuse me for a moment,� I said before getting up and going over to Josh. �I thought you�d never call,� I said before leading Josh to out of the conference room. �Listen, you know why I�m here�� �Not in here,� I said, cutting Josh off. I glanced around to see if anyone was paying attention to them�my assistant had informed me that people were placing bets on how long I would stay with the firm before joining the Santos Administration, and ever since I had been a little paranoid. �Outside,� I decided when I noticed that several people were watching us. We didn�t speak again until we were outside of the building. �You knew you�d hear from me,� Josh said once he felt it was safe to speak again. |
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