Political Gratification (Interracial-BWWM Novel)

Chapter 1: The People Choose

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"What the hell do you mean they're not coming back up?" Preston yelled at his campaign manager.

"Your stats. They are running dangerously low with the minorities. Heck they're even running low with your own race and you only have yourself to blame", his campaign manager, Samuel said, his demeanor remaining calm and collected although just below the surface, simmering, was undeniable fear.

His entire family's legacy was on the line and he didn't intend on having the family name stopping short on him, Preston Theodore Phillips, the third.

"What do I have to do to boost them?" Preston questioned with determination in his eyes. He didn't come all this way to lose to some Hispanic hooligan, Senator Francisco Gonzalez.

"Well the voters don't like the idea of having an unwed man as their president. That is causing your stats to drop with the forties and older. The younger ones don't like that you just walk around calling black men 'your nigger', as you put it, after a traumatic event has transpired in our country," Sam told him allowing some of his annoyance and stress to seep into his voice.

Sam was referring to the debacles of the past six months.

Preston had been caught with several women of high esteem lurking around the District of Columbia. He'd made sure to be careful, but there were eyes that he could not see all around the District.

He'd also said a few nonsensical words to several basketball players along the lines of "hey, my nigger" as he sat front row at an L.A. Lakers game. He thought they'd take this as a sign of respect, but unfortunately he found himself to be very wrong.

For weeks on end he was called a racist and ever since then his stats for winning the candidacy were dropping drastically. He needed a pick me up and fast.

"I told you. I'm working on finding a wife and I already apologized several times for that mistake," Preston shouted angrily.

"And I told you they won't accept a damn statement from your crisis management team. They want something sincere and since you're too stubborn to give it to them then we're basically screwed in the minority votes," Sam shouted back, equally as angry.

"Don't forget that I pay your fûcking bills, Samuel! I will fire you in a heartbeat if you don't shut the hell up and tell me what I need to do to fix this as quickly as possible," Preston spoke in a menacing tone that told Sam he meant every word.

"There's only one option. It's a political blog called the Untold Bearing written by a female by the name of Neslande Charles," Samuel said with a hint of apprehension.

Preston had heard of these blogs that received hundreds of millions of hits everyday. He knew of their influence, but he knew nothing of this Charles woman.

"What does she have to do with anything?!" Preston questioned.

"Well she has millions of followers that go on her page daily as she discusses various points not only about politics, but beauty and inspiration..." Sam trailed off.

"Get on with it!"

"Well she is one of the primary reasons your stats are dropping. She talked about you in a few of her blog posts. She discussed your campaign and the events of the past six months. Her voice let's just say is... broad. She is potentially being poached by Senator Gonzalez as a speech writer very soon and..." Sam paused mid-sentence.

"This has to do with how to fix the problem I'm afraid," Preston assumed apprehensively. Sam was now nervously fiddling with his hands in front of his eyes.