Political Gratification (Interracial-BWWM Novel)

Chapter 12: Conjecture

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"You did really well. We'd love to have you on the show again," the female producer exclaimed ecstatically.

That won't be happening. "I'll think about it. Have a nice day," Neslande answered instead.

Neslande finished saying goodbye to the crew, before she made her way to where Preston was waiting for her.

Nelly was still annoyed with him for making her do this interview, but the way he was casually standing there in his navy blue Armani suit jacket and pants with both his hands in his pockets and his signature smirk and slicked back light brown hair, he was slowly making up for it.

"Senator," she greeted as she passed him by.

"Are you really that angry?" Preston asked as he followed her out to the awaiting SUV with tinted windows made of bullet proof glass.

"Angry is one thing. Shocked and saddened by your behavior just two days prior is another," she quipped, greeting Agent Callahan who was holding the door open for her.

"You did great out there Nelly," he whispered, so only she could hear.

"Thanks, love." She gave him a smile before climbing into the car.

When she settled, she was startled by the girl who sat at her left. The woman was sitting there with an all too eager smile, holding her hand out for Nelly to shake.

"Hello. I'm Ameena Algafari and I'm your new assistant. Sorry about startling you, but I'm so excited. I've heard all about you. You really inspire the minority community and beyond. My favorite piece from your blog had to have been the 'Ode to Maya Angelou'. It was really beautiful," she rambled, gripping Nelly's hand in a firm hand shake, shaking it with enthusiasm.

Nelly's "Ode to Maya Angelou" was really old. Ameena had to have been a fan for quite some time to know her work from the time.

"Thank you", Nelly answered slowly in return, releasing Ameena's hand and massaging it to gain some feeling back into it.

"Oh it's my pleasure. When I heard about the job offer, I couldn't take it fast enough", she said.

Everything Ameena said was fast and almost hard to understand with her thick accent, but she was beautiful. Her vibrant green eyes and her long brown hair that flowed down her back and contrasted with her slightly tanned skin made her look like a fairy.

"Right, but Ameena, you have to understand that I actually do things for myself. I don't need an assistant."

"Oh, but you do. This isn't just a regular job at Boy's and Girl's Club or an internship at the mayor's office, this is a presidential election. You are the potential First Lady. It is imperative that nothing ever goes wrong. That means that you will have an assistant to keep track of which television shows you go on and which you don't, who will be your hairstylist, your makeup artist, your clothing stylist, even the layout of your blog–", Preston began to say.