Conservative Affairs (2 page)

Mayor Stratton was known for her dramatic pauses when speaking, personally as well as publicly. The time she was allowing to elapse now was painful. Jo was sure everyone within a ten-mile radius must be able to hear her heart pounding out of her chest.

Could she know? Was this the end? She forced herself to breathe, cringing when the exhalation came out loud and anxious-sounding.

Quickly the mayor spoke up. “It’s all right. I liked the speech. There was only one thing I wanted to address.”

Jo nodded, giving her the go-ahead.

“It doesn’t quite pack the punch I would like for it to, especially when dealing with such an important issue.”

When Jo didn’t reply, the mayor added, “What I mean is, you use all the right messaging and wording, but it has the propensity to appear to some—your father’s friends, the conservatives on the city council, for instance—as though I’m accepting of this lifestyle. Not supportive, but accepting—and you and I both know that we can’t let our opponents use trivial stuff like this to torpedo our reform agenda. I can’t stand the thought of all our hard work being in vain. The people are trusting us to do what we said we would. If we let a marginal issue like this distract or divide us, we’ll lose the support of half of the city council and some very important donors. If that happens, we can kiss reelection next year goodbye and the last of our reform agenda with it.”

The cold calculation behind the words hit Jo like a slap in the face, but she didn’t let on. Her stomach churned, as she battled internally with the words. The mayor seemed to be coming from a place of legitimate concern for most of her constituents—to the detriment of a minority. Though the words stung, she couldn’t help but admire the strategy behind them. “Yes, ma’am. I will make some edits, but may I ask one question?”

“Go ahead.”

“How would you like me to go about making these changes?”

“Josephine, you’re a brilliant writer. I’m sure you’ll figure it out. Just make sure that you are crystal clear about my disapproval of the gay lifestyle. Also, include information on the importance of preserving the sanctity of marriage and how gay marriage, even civil unions, will undermine family values.”

Biting her tongue, Jo smiled and nodded. “Will do.”

She stood and turned to leave.

“Oh,” the mayor exclaimed fervently. “And put something in about the actions that I plan to take to prevent gay marriage…”

Jo spun on her heel. “What type of actions?”

“Right now, we’ll work to support civic and city groups that want to protect traditional marriage. We’ll also stand behind the city council if it needs us to put forth any related proclamations. And…and…and…” Madeline tapped her fingers on her desk as if trying to drum up the perfect answer.

“Burning gays at the stake?” Jo offered and silently cursed herself for the answer.

Her boss broke into laughter as if this was the most humorous thing she had ever heard. “Oh, you truly do have a wicked sense of humor. Your father was right about that one.”

The mention of Jo’s father still stung—as if she could never have landed a job such as this one without his help. She forced a smile and nodded in agreement.

“That’ll be all, Josephine. I’ll look forward to reading through it again when you’ve finished the rewrites.”

The piercing blue of Madeline’s eyes captured Jo’s gaze for a second longer than was necessary—or advisable. Quickly, she exited, afraid of making the moment awkward. Well, more awkward.

As her heels clicked slowly down the tiled hallway leading back to her cubicle, Jo mulled her job situation over in her mind for the millionth time. She was, she had been told, the best speechwriter the office had ever had; reviews of the mayor’s speeches were off the charts. It was more than being good at her job, though, that was keeping her chained to a place she should want to leave. She had always loved politics. It was fast-paced, ever-changing, exciting. She was actually doing things to make a difference in the world.

Politics was where she had always wanted to be. But…did she really want to be working
here
, for Mayor Stratton? It hadn’t felt as if she really had a choice, thanks to the “Daddy connection.” Her heart wrenched. As much as she wanted to fight it, she let out a sigh of acceptance. This was her life, and she was who she was.

If only Mayor Stratton didn’t hate the one thing Jo was sure that she was…Jo would have liked her just fine. She was a good boss, fair and loyal. She was a strong woman, and Jo loved strong women.

Hell, if the woman weren’t so damn conservative, she might even have considered taking Ms. Madeline out for a spin. She let her mind contemplate that thought for a little while. No doubt about it, with that blond hair, those long legs, and those gorgeous blue eyes, Madeline Stratton was hot. She also possessed an incomparable intellect, something that Jo always found so enticing. Accomplished, beautiful and sharp as a tack—she was the full package. Forty-two, but with the body of a twenty-five-year-old, she could have been the poster child for a “Republicans Are Sexy” campaign.

“What the hell, Jo?”

Gabe, the mayor’s scheduler, had popped out in front of her while she was walking and moved quickly aside now to avoid a collision. She gasped; she’d nearly plowed into him. She blushed, thinking that somehow he had read her mind. What was she doing, anyway, thinking about sleeping with her boss?

“Oh! You scared me!” she finally sputtered.

“Chill out, man,” Gabe said, laughing. “Did you seriously just make a joke in Madeline’s office about burning gays at the stake?”

A sheepish grin spread across Jo’s face. “Maybe,” she replied with a shrug. “But, in all seriousness, Gabe, I think she’d take it almost that far if that’s what was needed to get her programs passed.”

“Do what we all do,” Gabe said. “Just go with it. Take it to the extremes she wants to take it. If we need to rein her in before the speech, we will. But it’s her career.”

Jo never tired of this—the team ethic the mayor had engendered in the office. She was the new kid on the block—she’d been working for the mayor for less than a year, replacing someone who’d left for a job in DC—and most of the others had been there since the beginning of her term over three year ago, but people were still looking out for her. It felt good knowing they had her back—just as she had theirs. “Okay, thanks, Gabe. I’m going to ‘go with it.’”

He patted her on the shoulder. “Go get ’em, tiger. Or attagirl. Or some cliché that’s supposed to make you want to grab the bull by the horns and seize the day.”

She shook her head, laughing and thankful for phenomenal co-workers. “Thanks, crazy.”

“Wait, they didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

“You’re in the nuthouse, sweetheart.” Gabe laughed at his own joke.

“No, they didn’t mention it,” Jo quipped. “But the padded cell gave it away.” She gestured to her cubicle as she walked in that direction. Most days, it did feel like a psych ward here. Being overworked, underpaid and typically underappreciated was enough to drive any group of people insane.

“One more thing, Jo.” Gabe had followed her to her desk.

“Sure, what’s up?”

“I like the speech as it is. I wish she didn’t want it to be more hateful.” His eyes were sincere, and suddenly Jo wished she could hug him.

She didn’t think she could manage words, so she just nodded.

“My brother is gay, you know?” He pitched his voice low, too soft for anyone else to hear.

“No, Gabe, I didn’t. Does anyone else here know that?” She responded out of curiosity, hoping that her question didn’t come out sounding as judgmental in any way.

He laughed. “No, ma’am, and they won’t, I trust.”

“Oh, of course not. Your secret is safe with me. But I think it’s awesome that he has a supportive brother.”

“Yeah, they don’t look too highly on that around here, unfortunately.”

She felt like she was being issued a warning, even though she knew there was no possible way Gabe could know she was a lesbian. Still, she heard the message loud and clear. DO NOT SLIP UP.

As the day passed, she felt the tension in her shoulders ease somewhat, but not enough. There was something unsettling about discussing “the gay lifestyle” with her boss and Gabe suddenly opening up about his gay brother. Jo wished it were a normal day—one in which the word “gay” never came up in conversation. Things were so much more comfortable in her nice little closet on days like that.

She reviewed the computer screen in front of her, making last-minute edits and reading for tone. “The Bible defines marriage as between a man and a woman…As our society has become more accepting of the homosexual lifestyle, we have seen the traditional family dissipate…Gay marriage is not only wrong; it defies the principles upon which this nation was founded—and which still hold true today.”

With each word she typed, a little piece of her heart chipped off and fell away. If only she could write what had come to mind when she was first crafting the speech: “BULLSHIT!” Instead she was choosing to save her job. She hit the print button and grabbed the sheets of paper as they shot out of the printer. Silently begging for this to be the last time she would have to look at it, Jo carried the revised speech to the mayor’s office and handed it to her.

There was a “hmm,” an “mmhmm,” a “yes” and a “how about that?” Stratton was scanning the document as if she were sifting grains of sand on a beach.

Finish the damn thing
, Jo screamed inside her head.

After what felt like an eternity, the mayor lifted her gaze to meet Jo’s. The deep blue in her eyes sparkled, and Jo’s heart turned over in her chest. Pretty eyes had always been Jo’s weakness. Come to think of it, though, Madeline Stratton also had a beautiful mouth. Full, soft lips and with perfect, impeccable, shining teeth that lit up a room any time she smiled.

“Did you hear a word I said?” The mayor’s voice snapped her back to reality, only to make Jo realize she was biting her lip.

SHIT!

“Sorry,” Jo recovered quickly. “Long day.” She tried to get her emotions under control, hoping that her face didn’t show the panic going on in her head.

The mayor laughed a genuine laugh, the kind Jo rarely heard escape from her lips. “I understand. We’ve all had those days.”

Being rundown and overworked in a place like this was so common that everyone was able to get away with acting a little crazy now and then. Jo was thankful for that, especially in this moment.

“So what was it you were saying?” Jo asked innocently.

“Well, I said that I hope you are enjoying this speech because you get to spend another night with it.”

“But it’s everything you asked for.” Normally, Jo wouldn’t challenge her boss, but she couldn’t bear the thought of writing one more homophobic sentence.

“And what is that?” the mayor asked.

“It affirms the constitutionality of defining marriage as solely between a man and a woman, the biblical basis for this definition, and most importantly it affirms your disapproval of the ‘gay lifestyle’ and the concept of same-sex marriage. It quotes the original Defense of Marriage Act and many other prominent figures who share your position. I really don’t know what more we can add without sounding like we literally want to burn gays and lesbians at the stake.”

The mayor threw her arms up in mock surrender. “Easy, girl.” She smiled, and Jo felt her breath catch in her throat.

“That’s all I wanted,” she continued. “I wanted you to claim it, to own it and to sell it to me. You did a damn good job on this one, Josephine. I’m proud to call you mine.”

Like a child who had been chosen to receive a gold star sticker, Jo beamed, unable to speak. Madeline Stratton was not known for giving out pats on the back.

Finally, words came. “Thank you” was all she could muster.

The mayor winked. “By the way, you stopped just short of the burning at the stake.” She laughed and shook her head. “I appreciate that. I’d hate to get into more trouble with the progressives, who paint me as too far right on the political spectrum as it is. I hate that label. And as you all know around here, I hope, it’s not necessarily accurate. Now, go home and get some rest.”

Chapter Two

Drumming her fingers on the steering wheel, Madeline wished for the millionth time that day that she still smoked—or at least that she could sneak one.

Unfortunately, though, she was deemed a fireball by the media. A no-nonsense woman in a man’s game. And the cameras seemed to find her wherever she went. There would be no sneaking a smoke, just like there would be no letting on that her life was even slightly imperfect.

“Everyone had secrets.” That’s the motto she had lived by in her younger days, and she still believed it. Everyone had secrets, that is, except for those in the spotlight. Not for very long, anyway. These days she felt like nothing more than a target of the city’s paparazzi, constantly running and ducking beneath the bushes for cover. It was inevitable: one day her baggage would be discovered and displayed all over the Internet, all over the tabloids, like Britney Spears’ crotch had been. Until then, however…

Madeline glanced at the clock on the dashboard—she was already twenty minutes late. Hanging her head, she was moments from tears. Couldn’t one thing go right? How could her life be circling the drain in such a dramatic, yet furtive fashion?

Finally, the traffic budged slightly, allowing her to slip off the highway and exit. She would have to take a back road to get to the restaurant with a prayer of receiving a small bit of understanding.

“Please, John, give me a break.” She whispered the words, wishing there was a way to telepathically signal him. She tried his cell one last time. Nothing. Straight to voice mail.

When she finally arrived, she was an hour late. Scratch that. An hour and seven minutes. She knew there was no way that John would let her forget the extra seven minutes.

She sighed and slammed the door on her Suburban. When John caught her eye through the restaurant window, she could swear she saw complete indifference in his expression. Hoping for a sign that he still cared, she probed deeper but found nothing.