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The general election was a struck match.
One minute, nothing happened. The next, the entire world was on fire.
With only weeks to go before Election Day, we ran around as if we were all about to be burned. Like this was life or death. Our hours were extended. Our stress levels at max capacity. There was hardly enough time for me to see Sam outside of work. And when we did, we were zombies.
We’d all taken on assistants to ease the burden, but still, it wasn’t enough. My first assistant had been a bit of a psychopath. She’d stolen someone’s cat from their yard while canvassing and then lied about being sick to go out to eat with her friends for brunch. It obviously hadn’t worked out. So, I was pretty desperate to get a new assistant.
I hadn’t expected the one that I got—Melissa Young.
