One week later
One week later
The final debate. After months of campaigning and working long nights, I was finally on the stage ready to answer the ultimate questions and find out if New York would believe in my message.
"You ready, Ethan?" Tim asked, holding the note cards as I gulped water. Everyone was here tonight to cheer me on. My parents and friends, as well as a few employees from the bank. We hadn"t dealt with any significant fallout as the campaign drew near, and I was thankful. I called Maya that night she left my office, and we talked on the phone about going out on a date once the election was over, and clearing the air about what we wanted out of this situation we found ourselves in. I stood with my hands in my pockets, listening to Tim run down every possible scenario he
