Mr. President (Men in Power Book 1) by K.M. Mixon

Author:K.M. Mixon [Mixon, K.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-11-29T16:00:00+00:00

Serving jobs don’t care about gossip on the television. As I take an order for the pancake special, my face still scrolls across the screen behind the bar. But, so far, not one person has asked if it's me. No one seems to care. The small diner near the Capitol Building is too flushed with people in a hurry to get back to their important jobs.

That used to be me.

Well, that won’t help me.

I sigh, moving down the bar as I fill the coffee cups back to their brim.

“Thank you, dear,” an older gentleman tells me, picking up his cup and sipping his fresh coffee.

“Oh, you’re welcome.”

It’s the first time someone’s spoken to me today, other than to rattle off an order.

“You look sad,” he says, and I startle, turning to place the pot back onto the warmer behind me.

“Do I?” I ask. It’s probably not something I’d point out to someone, especially if I didn’t know them, but the older generation seems to have lost their filter I’ve noticed. Or maybe they’re from a time when people weren’t so offended by the truth.

“Mhm. You do. You lost a love recently,” he states. He hasn’t asked me a thing. He’s just assessed what lies behind my eyes clearly for the world to see. I hadn’t meant for it to be so surface level, but it’s hard to hide what we feel, isn’t it?

“I wouldn’t call it a love, per se.” I smile the smile we do when we want to be kind, but we also want to run away and avoid conversations that’ll be too raw and painful.

“I hope you have a better day,” he tells me loudly as I make my way back into the kitchen with a random plate I grabbed on the way to the swinging doors for reprieve. I lean up against the wall with the dish in hand, closing my eyes and breathing in the thick air that smells of steaming dishes and frying bacon.

“Can’t be that bad,” Beau says. He’s the breakfast cook, and the cook I’m getting used to working with. He’s my age or a little older, with brown hair and crystal blue eyes. He’s tall and looks like he should’ve been a linebacker in the NFL, but here he is, in Maude’s diner, cooking up breakfast for me to serve. We look like two people who could’ve been great at life, but just weren’t.

“It’s not. I just needed a minute,” I tell him, pushing off the wall and heading toward the dishwasher in the corner, sliding the dish across the metal surface toward the two men working tirelessly in the back.

Working this close to the building I thought I’d be working in for the next four years fucking sucks, but the tips here don’t suck. Money is what makes the world go round.

When I exit the kitchen, the door flaps a few times behind me before coming to a complete stop. I, however, come to a standstill sooner than it does. Sitting at the bar, looking at a Maude’s diner menu, is Stuart.

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