Karl
“Get that final draft to me today, Karl. We’re running out of time.”
Sarah’s voice comes through the phone, a little sharper than usual. I don’t blame her, though.
With the press conference to announce the election in just two days, we’re on a bit of a time crunch; and it’s partially my fault, because I haven’t exactly been the fastest speech writer ever.
I nod to myself, even though I know she can’t see me. “I’ll get right on that, Sarah,” I say.
“Oh, and don’t forget the portion about the security budget,” she adds. “People want numbers, not just platitudes.”
“Right. Will do. Thanks,” I reply before the line goes dead.
With a sigh, I toss my phone down on my desk and lean back in my chair. My desk is scattered with documents, everything from my usual Alpha duties—trade agree
