1121 Just Playing Ball [This Chapter Is Written By: ☆The Road Is up to the Sky☆Title and Update-6/?]

The heating is on in the room, but winter has not yet completely broken out, and the coffee placed on the coffee table has cooled quickly.

Lynch pointed to the dining room, and the second woman stood up and went to get the coffee pot.

She came back soon, poured the coffee on the table into the trash can, and then refilled the coffee for everyone.

These things should have been done by the little maid, but the little maid is not here now. Now that she has the lowest status among the three, she has no problem doing this.

She first poured hot coffee for Ms. Tracy, and Ms. Tracy expressed her gratitude.

Then she poured coffee for Lynch. She stood very close to Lynch. When she bent down... something white came into Lynch's sight.

He glanced sideways and then withdrew his gaze. He often looked at this thing and it wasn't that attractive to him.

Ms. Tracy also noticed this scene. She didn't say anything, but her eyes seemed to have changed.

After Lynch thanked him, the second woman returned to her seat and poured herself some coffee.

Ms. Tracy suddenly touched her pocket, "I seem to have left my cigarette in the car..." She looked at the second woman.

The latter was stunned for a moment, then stood up, "I'll go look for it."

This was a signal that Ms. Tracy had something to say to Lynch alone. She would only make herself more embarrassed by pretending to be stupid and staying.

As soon as she left, Ms. Tracey said, "I didn't arrange this, and I didn't expect her to do this."

After hearing this, Lynch waved his hand, "Maybe this is just an accident. We can't always look at other people's motives with malice."

Ms. Tracy breathed a sigh of relief. She glanced at the corridor on the second floor. In fact, she didn't need to worry about the little maid suddenly appearing.

As long as Lynch didn't call her, she would stay in the study all night.

"I have an opponent. What the campaign team means is that we need to intensify publicity, need more posters, appear on more TV programs, and create more things related to the election and me."

She paused as she said this. There was no doubt that to do more work, to do more than planned, would definitely require more money.

The funds in the campaign account are a bit tight now, but her team keeps suggesting that she spend more money. The financial pressure is too great.

There are not many people who can support her now, and Lynch is one of them. She has to ask Lynch.

She has devoted a lot of energy, brainpower, physical strength, and all kinds of things for this election. If she fails, she may not consider running for office or entering politics again.

This step was so important that after Lynch made a donation, she took the initiative to talk about it.

"Is the opponent very strong?" Lynch asked.

Ms. Tracey nodded, "Conservative people..." and then named a name that Lynch had heard of.

After careful consideration, he gave Ms. Tracy another 1.5 million political donation.

The transfer check was in his hand. Ms. Tracy looked at the thin piece of paper with great longing in her eyes, maybe not more than a few grams. Her expression was even more full of longing than when she looked at her husband when she was young. !

"I support your cause, but it cannot be endless. You know, Catherine will become a city councilor soon if nothing happens."

Ms. Tracy nodded patiently, "Yes, I know, she did a good job."

Lynch continued, "But the mayor of Sabine City is the nephew of the governor. It is unlikely that Catherine will run for mayor in Sabine City. You get along well with her. Maybe you can have a place for her there?"

Ms. Tracy lowered her eyes and fell silent. In fact, everyone who supported her election had their own demands behind them.

Some people hope that after she wins the election, she can amend local laws to bring direct benefits to herself, while others hope that she can arrange for some people to work in the state government and serve as the main officials of a certain department.

Everyone has demands. They didn’t just give money to Trish without asking for anything in return. They have demands.

Ms. Tracy's brain was spinning at an unprecedented speed. After about a minute, he nodded, "No problem, I will facilitate this."

Lynch put the check into Ms. Tracy's hand, who let out a long sigh of relief.

Not long after, the second woman came back. After Ms. Tracy smoked a cigarette, she took the initiative to leave.

When the car they were in drove away from Lynch's villa, Ms. Tracy's face suddenly turned ugly, "You actually went to seduce a child!"

Her words surprised the second woman, as if she couldn't believe that such words came from Ms. Tracey's mouth.

But she did not dare to refute, because Ms. Tracy was not only one of the main leaders of the federal affirmative action movement, but also had great political power.

Her father is a politician, and her uncle is a patriarch. This combination makes her election much easier than others.

The second woman didn't say anything, but Ms. Tracy seemed not to let her go. "You have to understand that you will enter politics soon, and you have to change your bad habits."

"It's not that I don't let you do that, but you have to understand the situation. You are married. People don't want an unruly slut to become a government official. Do you understand what I mean?"

Ms. Tracy hoped that she would not take any shortcuts.

Indeed, it has been rumored that Lynch has a special liking for mature women, but what she did is really embarrassing to Ms. Tracy, and it will also make people think that her class is very low, and it will also lower the class of Ms. Tracy. .

But in the ears of the second woman, it had a different meaning.

Not every lady is a virtuous lady, some may be born sluts, and the affirmative movement has made them slide one more step towards the abyss.

Ms. Tracey's words made her very unhappy. She felt humiliated and was thinking about something extra.

Seeing the second woman fall into silence, Ms. Tracey breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the other woman had heard her.

She also intends to use the influence of the second woman's husband as a judge to help her gain more advantages in the election, and she does not want to cause unpleasantness if possible.

But it was obvious that she thought too well. When the second woman returned home, she got the president's phone number through her husband's relationship.

The President usually lives in the Presidential Palace and has another communication system in his "private settings" outside of work.

Mr. President, who was sitting on the sofa watching the news, glanced at the ringing phone in the corner. He spoke to his wife, got up and went to the study to answer the phone.

He thought it was Trueman, or someone else, but when he picked up the call, he realized it was a somewhat familiar female voice.

"Mr. President, it's me, the second place winner in today's competition..."

The president immediately thought of the lady who almost defeated him. She was about thirty years old and had a good figure.

Most people who like sports will have a good figure, which is normal.

"I remember you, what's the matter?"

Mr. President's tone is very mild, so mild that he doesn't sound like a president. This is why the Progressive Party wants to support another candidate.

First of all, the current Mr. President is a "loser". Secondly, he is not tough at all. He lacks the toughness of the progressive party's radicals and the feeling that his words are like a roar.

He is very soft-spoken when he speaks, and is soft-spoken most of the time. It is difficult for people to associate him with radicalism.

Had it not been for Mr. Trueman's support on behalf of the military, he might have missed the pinnacle of his career.

In fact, Mr. President also knows this, but he just can't change his habit. Fortunately, Mr. Trueman also told him not to force himself to do what he doesn't want to do, as that will make everyone feel awkward.

When His Majesty Emperor Gefra roared and shouted obscenities in the Ruler's Hall, the President of the Federation gently said "I remember you" to an ordinary person.

The second woman was very excited. She was already lying on the bed. Ms. Tracy's scolding made her very unhappy. She wanted to find some excitement.

There is nothing more exciting than calling the President, and if there is, it is to find a way to get a date with the President.

"Today we completed a very shocking competition. To be honest, I almost thought I was the champion!" The second woman, as a slut in the eyes of Ms. Trish, obviously has strong talents in some aspects.

Hearing the lady say this for the second time, Mr. President also felt very satisfied.

With a one-point gap, both sides are very powerful players, which is much more interesting than playing alone.

He really enjoyed himself today, and even stayed on the phone for a while longer when he should have hung up soon.

"Yes, I'm so nervous. My palms are sweating a lot. You know, this is really not easy for an old man like me!" Federal people like to laugh at themselves, which will make people think you are very humorous. Very personable too.

Mr. President's self-deprecation worked. The second time, the lady praised his several pitches, and then sighed, "I don't know when we can play another game. I still don't want to admit that this game is... I lost, and I feel like if I had to do it again, I would win.”

Mr. President hesitated a little. This was an obvious "date" signal, but he felt that he could handle it. It was just bowling, so that was not a problem.

Moreover, he was really lonely and wanted to completely relax - in the form of bowling.

He recalled the trip for the next period of time and found a point in time, "After six o'clock on Saturday night next week, I will go back to my manor. There are some great fairways there. Maybe you want to Give it a try?”

The second time the lady seemed to mean something and said, "Just playing ball?!"

Mr. President breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed, "Just playing ball!"