Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 357

Karl

I watch the screen of my phone go dark as Abby abruptly hangs up.

My worry for her is only intensifying as time goes on, but I know I can’t rush to the city right now. I have a meeting scheduled to hire my election manager in ten minutes, and as much as I want to be by Abby’s side, I have to prioritize my responsibilities.

I sigh, hoping that she’ll be okay on her own for a little while. All I can hope for now is that she’s okay, and that she’ll call back soon.

Turning my attention back to the conference room, I sit down at the head of the long table, ready to conduct more interviews.

The potential candidates for the position of my election manager are all gathered here for their second round of interviews, waiting in the other room, and I have to make a crucial decision today. This election means everything to me, and I can’t afford to make a mistake in selecting the person who will help me win.

Clearing my throat, I call the first candidate in: Mark Anderson.

“Hello, Mark,” I say, rising from my seat to shake his hand. “Please, take a seat.”

“Thank you for meeting with me again, Alpha Karl,” Mark says as he sits. “I was so excited to receive your call. Of course, I had a few other meetings that I needed to shuffle around today, but it all worked out in the end.”

I manage a stiff smile as I sit across from him. “Well, Mark, I was very impressed with your resume. You said you were an election manager for…”

The interview goes on for nearly half an hour. Mark’s skills are top notch, but his personality just isn’t what I’m looking for. He seems more concerned with padding out his resume than actually helping me win the election, and he keeps name-dropping rather than talking about his actual merits.

I feel like I’d just be a stepping stone for him on the way to bigger and better things, and that’s exactly why I send him off with a thanks-but-no-thanks.

Next up is Angela Davis, a young woman with a strong background in political consulting.

“Good afternoon, Angela,” I say with a smile as she enters. “It’s nice to see you again.”

“Likewise.” Without so much as shaking my outstretched hand, Angela scurries past me and plops down into a chair at the conference table. She’s already pulling a stack of papers out of her briefcase; I can tell already that she’s going to be all business and no pleasantries.

“So, Angela,” I say, clearing my throat. “Tell me… What’s your priority here?”

“My main goal is to identify and target key demographics,” she says, her hands clasped on the table. “Establishing a loyal voter base is the most important thing.”

I nod as I listen to her spiel. She’s highly qualified and intelligent, but she’s a little too analytical for me. I don’t need to be treating my potential voters like numbers; I want to treat them like people; figure out what it is that they need from me, not the other way around.

I send her off with another attempted handshake, which she ignores during her efforts to gather her piles of papers into a perfectly neat and tidy pile.

Then, Sarah Turner enters the room. She’s the final candidate; I remember our first interview well. I remember that she was reserved when necessary but also outspoken when the need would arise, and that was what I liked about her.

I just hope that attitude will stick throughout the second interview and not fade with comfort.

“Hello, Sarah,” I say with a smile, shaking your hand. “Thank you for meeting with me today.”