Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 373

Karl

With the election preparations well underway, Ethan and I only need to finalize some dates before the campaign will begin.

It’s a grueling process, though. Juggling my own Alpha duties and this upcoming campaign is a bit more difficult than I thought, and although I’m handling it, it does feel somewhat overwhelming. Plus, with my plans to do some volunteering and public relations work before the campaign is announced, I feel like I’m just trying to tread water at this point.

Ethan is sitting across from me, and between us are stacks of paperwork and hastily scrawled notes. Gianna sits to Ethan’s left, her nose buried in her notebook, while Sarah sits to my right.

Sarah has, honestly, been a godsend. She’s just as organized as I hoped she would be, and she’s even more intelligent than she seemed in our interviews. With such a good campaign manager by my side, I have high hopes that this election will fall in my favor.

I just need to make sure that nothing gets in the way of that in the meantime.

Ethan’s enthusiasm is palpable as he leans forward, his dark eyes shining with anticipation. “I think we should go big, Karl,” he says. “A televised announcement with all the bells and whistles. It will make a statement.”

I lean back in my chair, my fingers steepled in front of me, considering his proposal. “I understand the desire for a grand spectacle, Ethan, but I think a smaller-scale announcement in the form of a press release might be more strategic,” I reply. “It allows us to control the message and keep a lower profile.”

Ethan furrows his brow in thought, his gaze shifting between Gianna, Sarah, and me. After a moment, Gianna speaks up.

“I disagree,” she chimes in, her stony gaze meeting mine. “Karl, I think you’re just trying to manipulate the press.”

“Manipulate the press?” I scoff. “Gianna, you—”

Suddenly, Ethan, always the mediator, steps in. “Now, let’s not be harsh,” he says. “Maybe Karl is right, Gianna. A press release would give us more control, and then we can go our own ways once the campaign begins.”

Gianna sighs, but says nothing and leans back in her chair.

I offer a faint smile of approval, appreciating my brother’s words. It still stings that he’s with Gianna, but at least he’s still seeing some semblance of reason.

“Very well,” I say with a nod. “Press release it is; we’ll do it on December 8th, just as we discussed.”

“Right,” Ethan replies. “Now, onto the campaign schedule. We need to set a date and location for the debate, and we’ll need to hire a mediator.”

Sarah nods. “January 22nd seems like a good date,” she says. “I could block that day out right now.”

Gianna scoffs. “January? That’s too soon,” she hisses. “February is better.”

Sarah and I exchange glances. I want to say something, but I decide to simply concede for both my brother’s sake and the sake of the campaign. “Okay. February is fine,” I say.

Gianna, seemingly satisfied, leans back in her chair again. The conversation continues, and we bounce from topic to topic: voting dates, rules, mediators, the works.

But the whole time, I can feel Gianna’s stony gaze from across the table. Every time she looks up from her notebook, her eyes bore into me, and it becomes increasingly difficult to ignore her silent scrutiny.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, I turn my attention to Gianna. “Is there something you’d like to add, Gianna?” I ask, trying to keep my tone neutral.

“Oh, nothing at all,” she says with a shrug.