I arrive at Cass's side and hand him the drink, saying, "I met a friend of yours at the bar. She says you go way back so I told her she should come over and say hi."
He looks past me at the beautiful woman and I see him subtly tense. He's not happy to see her, so I do my job. I grab Cass around the waist and stand at his side. He plays along and hangs his arm over my shoulder saying, "Ah yes, you're the Mayor's daughter? Or no, sorry the Alderman's?"
"My father is the Attorney General," she says in a clipped tone.
"Ah well, I look forward to learning his reasoning behind supporting the development of high rises to replace rent-controlled buildings in Fuller Park," I say sweetly, knowing full well that the public and the press have been hassling him on this for weeks.
Cass doesn't need
