Chapter Twelve
The Voted In
“To wear a suit takes more than a good fit.”—A Voted In
At four in the morning, Hilda, wearing her favorite onesie, entered the Voted In’s apartment floor. Attached to her onesie was her new cape, and as she marched down the corridor it flowed behind her like Darth Vader.
She was up before anyone had thought of coffee—before the footman had taken up their posts. She had planned it that way, she was a woman on a mission and surprise was the key to her plan.
She marched into the beverage area, did a secret twirl with her cape and her illegal beverage heated up.
She took a sip . . .
Arrrrh!
She loved to surprise, put women off guard, and she was an expert at it. Even as a child she dreamt of “surprise plans,” which was a complete waste of time; back then no
