8
Lark
For all the nerves I’d had all week, the banquet was a hit. Jay Neville had given an amazing speech. Leslie had wowed the audience, as she always did. Donation numbers had gone through the roof. For a whole ten seconds, I could breathe again before worrying about the next step on the campaign trail.
“Awesome job, Demi,” I said as I stepped into the back room to grab my jacket. “This success is all on you.”
She laughed and shook her head. Her curls bounced around her face. “No way. My success is everyone’s success. I couldn’t have done this without any of you.”
“Well, you killed it. It was great,” I told her.
“Thanks.” She beamed. “Hey, a bunch of us are going to go to this pub around the corner to grab a celebratory drink. You interested?”
I winced. “I would, but I am so beat
