44 A Political Party
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Noah shook his head, “Not much.”
“Ah,” Michael began as he sipped from his mug and Noah dug on his poached egg sandwich. “Calm down. I think I’m getting where you’re going.”
“Stop prying.” Noah ate bread. “By the way, what did we meet for?”
He’s going to lay-off the topic as much as he can, and Noah didn’t want to confess that he had attempted to use a monkey as a present.
Speaking of Pizza the Monkey, Noah had to place him in the Magic Ball so that he could have other animals be with him in the magic wild the Magic Ball built for them.
That way, Pizza would be able to survive even without Noah’s help. And besides, the animals he was currently inside of it are already becoming intellectuals that can understand humans well.
Pizza won’t surely have a hard time.
Michael used the napkin to wipe at his mouth, “It’s about funding political parties.”
Noah almost burst the water on Michael’s face, “What about it?”
Michael dipped his chin on his palms, his hands serving as a flat form to lean his chin on. “I was planning if you could go and fund one of the political parties here in America.”
Noah sliced at his sandwich and ate the portion with avocados and lettuce, “I’m new to this kind of stuff, so in all honesty, I can’t decide whether I’d take your offer or not.”
Michael took a swig at his coffee before he poured syrup on his pancake, “Well, there are certain benefits.”
Noah raised his right eyebrow, “Like what?”
As long as he can remember, since the dawn of age, politics had never been an easy one to get yourself involved with. And all though Michael’s been the one asking him if he’d like to involve himself in it or not, Noah still had that itch in his mind that he couldn’t take off.
History had proved that politics is one that deals with alot of betrayals against the people, and Noah believes that history is the greatest proof of them all. Traitors had been written in history due to the fact that they wanted more.
“So, what’s it going to be Michael?” Michael awoke Noah from his thoughts.
Noah sipped from his juice, “What party are you supporting?”
“Like I’ve said before, I am with the democrats.”
Noah remembered their conversation during the auction charity event. Each person he’d been with during the event had stated each of their preferred parties whilst also getting intoxicated by alcohol.
“I remember you clearly stated why,” said Noah as he took another bite from his toast.
Michael smiled at him, “There are many benefits with being a sponsor of a certain political party.” He began dabbing the napkin on his coffee smeared lips, “one, you’d get to acquire protection just in case your life become critical—”
“What?” Noah widened his eyes, “What do you mean by that?”
Michael coughed, “I meant in times wherein you find yourself in a critical moment, the certain party you’ve chosen to affiliate yourself with through funding them, would be the first ones to response in case of danger.”
Noah hummed.
Indeed, affiliating himself with a political party had its perks, but up to what point is Noah willing to sacrifice his peace?
At the same time, would the certain political party he chose really guarantee his safety? Would they really protect him in times when he needed someone to be his shield?
The doubt must have been obvious in his eyes since Michael leveled him a stare.
“Think about it,” he said. “No one’s pressuring you into doing it. I’m just suggesting it since you looked so interested the other week about the politics here in the US.”
Noah leaned into his seat.
He’s already full—full of food and thoughts for such an early morning.
“Do you want to get the bill?” Michael suggested as he brought out his phone and scanned through his screen. “I’m paying, by the way.”
Noah leaned his chin on his palm, “Was it your turn already?”
Michael nodded, “Yes. You just don’t keep track, do you?”
“I do,” he protested, “it’s just that I don’t want to remember—”
“More like, you didn’t remember,” Michael teased.
Noah scowled, “I admit, I didn’t remember.” He let out a chuckle.
Michael called for the waiter’s attention.
Before they left the restaurant, Noah made Michael sit on his chair.
“Democrats, huh?”
Michael nodded, “Been funding them for a year or two now.”
Noah wouldn’t know the result unless he tries it, “Count me in your list,” he said as Michael let out a deep chuckle.
“Good!” Thomas waved his hand as if the construction workers didn’t notice his presence. “Don’t lower the damn wood too much! Be careful! We can’t afford any casualties!”
Wynn stood beside his father, his eyebrows scrunched in a line. He’s obviously worrying with how his father’s neck had been growing red for the past hour or so. His father had basically been continuously yelling at the construction workers since seven in the morning. Or safe to say, he’d been giddy about the ongoing construction in the barn that Noah had specifically instructed made for the new animals that he’s about to deliver.
Noah wouldn’t tell them a single thing as to where he gets the animals, or where he puts them after he bought them. Well, he’d tell them that he’s putting them a secret facility that grows the animals faster, but Wynn still had tiny doubt in his heart.
“Calm down, Pops,” he touched his father’s shoulder.
Thomas snapped his head at Wynn, “How the hell am I supposed to calm down?”
Wynn shrugged his shoulders as he sighed, “Breathe or shake your hands to calm your nerves.”
Thomas made a clicking sound with his tongue. “Son, I can’t calm down. The animals are supposedly here for the next days to come, and I didn’t even have a barn prepared for them—”
Wynn tightened his grip to Thomas shoulders, “Nancy and I will just put them in the other barn,”
“Noah said I have to put them specifically in this new barn,” Thomas countered. “And why are you so against me pressuring them?”
Wynn widened his eyes, “Look at them,” he gestured his hands on the construction workers scrambling back and fort to get things done. Thomas followed the direction of his hands. He didn’t show any emotion.
“What do you expect me to say?” he said grumpily. The scowl on his face showing as if he’d been keeping it for years.
“I expect that you would understand…”
Wynn had been serving them food and drinks for the past month that the construction has been going on with Noah widening the scope of his Stream Ranch. More often than not, Wynn had been sitting with them during his meals. And because of that, he’d also been able to have small conversations with the said construction workers.
Some had barely food to feed their families. Most live through day and night making money on the streets. Some take double jobs; one in the night and one in the evening.
As a college student, Wynn couldn’t imagine leaving like that ever in his life. But that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t empathize with them. In fact, as much as possible, he didn’t like other people telling bad things about these blue-collared workers that had been spending more time working in manual labor than keeping themselves closed in a fully air-conditioned office.
One construction wiped at the sweat that was heavily lining his forehead.
They had been working since seven in the morning, and Thomas hadn’t allowed them yet to take a single break.
Wynn knew Noah would be more furious if he knows that his employees are not treated as humane as possible. So, Wynn took the initiative to warn his father about the situation in front of them.
“You know Noah wants to treat them well as much as possible.” He took a step back from his father, his eyes fixated on a man hauling a piece of wood over the barn’s triangle-shaped roof.
Thomas kept his mouth shut, his lips forming a thin line.
For an entire minute, the both of them listened to the constant hammering on wood and nails.
Wynn looked above him, and he was gritted by the vast colors of the sky. They were between blue and white colors that made him feel calm amidst the words he’d said to his father who was basically being a bit…inhumane.
As if Thomas had cooled his head, he raised his hand in the air.
The construction workers looked his way.
“Have a break,” he said, eyes unmoving, “sorry. I might have put you in a difficult day.”
Wynn had a small smile on his face, “Come on, everyone.”
What was once solemn turned bright and lively.
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