I was standing inside my office, looking out at everyone in the city going about their day, waiting for everyone to congregate in the conference room. I was formally announcing my intention to run for office, and I was hesitant because of how intrusive the media could get with my family and digging up my past dirt.
There was a knock at my door. I turned to look at Claire, my assistant, coming inside with Tim behind her.
“Mr. West, it’s time,” she stated, passing me the speech she stayed up late typing to get right after I redrafted it four times.
Tim reached his hand out to shake mine. “Remember, keep it simple, short, and honest.”
“What is the media temperature right now?”
“Same as usual. They want to know if you’re really running as an Independent, who you are sleeping with, and how
