Twitter Girl by Nic Tatano

Author:Nic Tatano
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780008113117
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 2014-08-31T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

@TwitterGirl

Super Bowl Sunday! Go Giants! Will Becker is a guest on the pre-game show!

It’s a party atmosphere on this late Sunday afternoon as we arrive at the campaign headquarters, because it’s a Super Bowl party. I’ve been looking forward to this day for two very important reasons.

–I want to see the Giants beat the hell out of the Patriots. (Known as “the evil empire” in New York.)

–We’re all allowed one guest, so I brought Sam, who will be meeting Will Becker for the first time.

And I’m very nervous about what his take will be. Because things have been going very well and I don’t want to hear anything bad.

Have I reached the rose colored glasses stage? No. Okay, maybe they have a slight tint because I’m a little bit smitten. But I’m still a reporter at heart and have to cover all bases.

The past few days have been a whirlwind since our relationship went public. We’ve been out to dinner a few times, which turned into photo ops during the appetizers. I’m being cheerful and pleasant with the media, knowing they have a job to do since I’ve been on the other side and know what it’s like. But I know how to dodge them when I need a break.

Will Becker is seated in his office, dressed in a blue Giants sweater with their embroidered logo on the chest. Frank is looking over his shoulder. Both look to be in a good mood. Frank spots me and waves us in.

I head into the office along with Sam and handle the introductions. Becker gets up, shakes his hand and says, “Sam, I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Same here,” says my brother, studying the Senator’s face.

“So,” I ask, “what are you guys doing in here? The game’s about to start.”

“Looking at the latest polls,” says Frank. “Your approval numbers are incredible.”

“I have approval numbers?”

Frank nods. “One of the Washington newspapers did a poll on you. You’ve got an eighty-seven percent favorability rating.”

“Mine’s fifty-nine,” says Becker. He turns to Frank. “Maybe she should be running for President.”

I fold my arms and stick out one foot. “If elected, I will not serve.”

Ripley appears as planned in the doorway and grabs my arm, “Hey, Cassidy, some people want to meet you.”

“Sure. You boys get acquainted.”

I leave Sam in the office, hoping that he’ll like what he sees.

Please like him, Sam. Please.

***

Ten minutes into the game I’ve had enough of meet-and-greet and I’m missing the damn Super Bowl. I look around the room and see Tyler sitting on the end of a couch talking to Sam, who is parked next to it. I quickly moved toward them and wave Tyler toward the middle of the sofa. “Scoot over. Wanna sit between my two best guys.”

“Rose between two thorns,” says Tyler.

“Think you got it backwards,” I say, as I plop down just as the game breaks for a commercial. “Damn, I’ve been grabbed more than a pass-around girl at a frat party.”

“Interesting visual,” says Sam.

“So, what are you boys talking about?”

“You,” they answer in unison.

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