AntonTovaras
Really Really Experienced
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- Sep 8, 2012
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John Williams was only thirty, but everyone who saw him knew he had the stuff to go the distance. He had the perfect wife and two perfect children. He had an ivy league education and had proved himself as a lawyer by going after corporate corruption and fighting for the little guy. He had looked like making partner at a very respected law firm, when he got a call from an old college friend. The congressman in the district was vulnerable, a few badly chosen words had turned into a major national story, and he was flaming out on talk shows every night.
"There's an opportunity to take the seat back, here. I need you for this, John."
"I'd love to help, Tommy, but I don't know how to run a campaign," John had told his friend.
"I know all about it. It's what I do," Tommy had said.
"So what do you need me for?"
"I need a candidate."
A year later, the Williams family moved to Washington. Two years later, he got re-elected for a second term in a massive landslide, in a district that had always gone with the other party. There was talk of a bigger role in the party for John, and he was busy meeting with strategists and experts and, of course, the endless round of donors.
He always made time for the little people, though, and it was his approach to that which had really made him a favorite in his state. Today was one of those days that drove his staff crazy. He woke up and cancelled all his morning meetings, and then drove himself downtown. There was a little diner he liked, where the coffee was brutally strong and the biscuits were works of art. The owner smiled and got on the phone, calling in an extra waitress and line cook. It was going to be a busy morning. John sent a tweet announcing his new plan for the morning, took the corner booth.
He had just enough time to finish his breakfast and brush his teeth when people started coming in. Many just wanted to shake his hand and say they met him, or have a picture taken. He was tall, in great shape, and had a million dollar smile. Some wanted to talk about their concerns, and of course there were those who wanted to argue about his positions, but he never faltered. He was friendly, reasonable and honest. The local news squeezed a camera in before Tommy made it down, to try to filter the people who got access, but there wasn't much he could do, and John handled the people beautifully. Meanwhile, the restaurant did a great business.
Of course, he and Tommy both noticed the woman when she came in. She was just his type. He was too much a professional to interrupt the flow of his meet-and-greet, but maybe his smile was a little brighter, and his hand shake a little warmer, as the girl made her way towards the table.
"Hello," he said to her, giving her a firm handshake that avoided any intimacy. Especially with beautiful women, it was important that he not seem too friendly. He fed her the same line that he had given fifty other people this morning. "I'm John Williams, and I'd like to thank you for coming out. So what can I do for you, today?"
"There's an opportunity to take the seat back, here. I need you for this, John."
"I'd love to help, Tommy, but I don't know how to run a campaign," John had told his friend.
"I know all about it. It's what I do," Tommy had said.
"So what do you need me for?"
"I need a candidate."
A year later, the Williams family moved to Washington. Two years later, he got re-elected for a second term in a massive landslide, in a district that had always gone with the other party. There was talk of a bigger role in the party for John, and he was busy meeting with strategists and experts and, of course, the endless round of donors.
He always made time for the little people, though, and it was his approach to that which had really made him a favorite in his state. Today was one of those days that drove his staff crazy. He woke up and cancelled all his morning meetings, and then drove himself downtown. There was a little diner he liked, where the coffee was brutally strong and the biscuits were works of art. The owner smiled and got on the phone, calling in an extra waitress and line cook. It was going to be a busy morning. John sent a tweet announcing his new plan for the morning, took the corner booth.
He had just enough time to finish his breakfast and brush his teeth when people started coming in. Many just wanted to shake his hand and say they met him, or have a picture taken. He was tall, in great shape, and had a million dollar smile. Some wanted to talk about their concerns, and of course there were those who wanted to argue about his positions, but he never faltered. He was friendly, reasonable and honest. The local news squeezed a camera in before Tommy made it down, to try to filter the people who got access, but there wasn't much he could do, and John handled the people beautifully. Meanwhile, the restaurant did a great business.
Of course, he and Tommy both noticed the woman when she came in. She was just his type. He was too much a professional to interrupt the flow of his meet-and-greet, but maybe his smile was a little brighter, and his hand shake a little warmer, as the girl made her way towards the table.
"Hello," he said to her, giving her a firm handshake that avoided any intimacy. Especially with beautiful women, it was important that he not seem too friendly. He fed her the same line that he had given fifty other people this morning. "I'm John Williams, and I'd like to thank you for coming out. So what can I do for you, today?"