A Dangerous Affair (Lesbian Story)

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Elizabeth
03 January 2015 - 11:22am

"Tony, could you get me Governor Mitchell on the line." I spoke to the bluetooth stereo in my car.

I hadn't had time to ruminate on the information I'd learned from breakfast. I'd headed straight to the precinct to collect evidence on one of our current cases.

It was how I worked. How I got things done. I had to compartmentalize things in my head in order of relevance and time constraint so that I wouldn't be distracted when I was at work.

It was hardly convention for the S.A. to actually be at the precinct getting evidence but I liked to keep in touch with my buddies down there every once in a while. I liked to know everything about the people I worked with.

As soon as I'd left the cluttered hallways of C-6, the presidential candidacy slipped to the fore of my mind.

I was angry more than anything. Why hadn't I seen this coming? Did Abigail know? Why didn't she tell me? Why didn't Will tell me? What would I do about Abby? I had questions dammit! And I needed to speak to the person who started this whole mess.

"I got voicemail on the governor." Tony's Boston accent broke through my red haze.

"Alright, Tone."

"Wanna leave a message?"

"No. Just keep trying him throughout the day. Let me know if he picks up."

"Alright, sure."

"Thanks, Tone."

15:38

The robotic trill of my office desk broke the peace of shuffling paper in my office. It sounded muffled as if someone had strangled it as I tried to locate it underneath the rubble. I'd tried to get it replaced but state funds wouldn't change a perfectly working phone because, and I quote my own words here, it just sounds really bad.

"Yes?"

"I've got the governor."

"Ahhh, great. Put him through."

I waited for the dial tone that let me know that a call had been put through and Tony had dropped his phone before speaking.

"Governor Mitchell. How are you?"

Across the line I can hear the boyish chuckles of the governor of New Hampshire and my current lovers' father, Will Mitchell.

"Liz, has it been so long that you've forgotten my name?"

Oh, good. We were still 'friends' then, and he was in a good mood. Probably floating in a damn happy bubble from his secret. I unintentionally rolled my eyes at the lame preamble but continued with a voice as sweet as honey.

"I wouldn't dare, Governor. I just like hearing that title before your name."

"And I like it even more on my letterhead." The man replied with a boisterous laugh, and I'm forced to join in with a fake one of my one.

"Oh, Will! How've you been?"

"I'm good, Masey. Never been better in fact."

"Oh, I've heard."

"Yeah, I forgot, nothing goes past Elizabeth Masey."

"That's why they made me states attorney."

"Oh, is that why," he said. "And here I was thinking it was because your father pulled some strings."

There it was. Like a bad rash that wouldn't go away, it was the shadow that followed me in every step of my career. Will knew how much I hated to be reminded of my father's accomplishments and influence.