Selection Epilogue

Chapter seven

America's point of view

We just finished setting up my new office next to Maxon's. We want to spend more time together.
We have a meeting together with the advisors in a minute. I begin to make my way to the meetings room.

I walk into the meeting room and all of the advisors are here. We just have to wait for Maxon.

Maxon walks through the doors. He gives me a smile before sitting next to me. He grabs my hand under the table. I can't help but smile.

"So, let's get started," Maxon says.
"What is this meeting about again?" He asks.

An advisor sleeks, " The eights are rioting against the upper castes because even though we removed the eight caste they feel that they are still being treated unfairly."

Maxon nods, "Does anyone have an idea?"

I begin, "Maybe-"

I'm cut off by another advisor speaking, " The eights are being unreasonable! They need to give it some time!" He yells.

"Maybe-" I'm cut off again.

"Did they think it was just going to be an instant fix?" Another says.

"What if-" I'm cut off again.

"How are they going to get people to treat them better if they are causing riots?" Another says.

Pretty soon the room is erupting with noise. Everyone is talking or arguing. I don't know how Maxon does think multiple times a day. I hate going to meetings.

I'm always ignored. I just sit back and rest my arms on the table. I roll my eyes. They are acting like children.

Maxon stands up, "EVERYONE. QUIET."

I'm pulled from my thoughts. I look up at him.

"We are not going to solve anything by all of you arguing. Now if want to act like children you can leave." Maxon states.

Maxon is usually the calm one out of us. The advisors get the message and shut there mouths.

Maxon sits back down. I grab his hand under the table.

"Maybe if we send some food and necessities to them-" I'm cut off.

"How will giving them this stop the ri-" he is cut off.

"Will you just let her speak? She is the only one here who has given any ideas. So would all of you just shut up." Maxon says seriously.

The man closes his mouth.

I am a bit taken back but I continue to speak,"Like I was saying...maybe it will hold them off if we can get them food and other necessities. I think it will settle them down," I say.

"How do you know this could work?" An advisor asks.

"Because I'm the only person in this room who was a five. I understand the lower castes. I know what it's like to need food. It's no wonder they are starting riots. We eliminated there castes but we can't eliminate reputations. And I was a five. These are eights. They have it way worse. That is how I know this will work." I say.

Maxon has a proud smile on his face.

"Anyone disagree?" He asks.

No one says anything.

"Alright, so we will send food and other necessities out to the eights and see how that settles." Maxon says.

No one disagrees.

"You are all dismissed," he says.

When they all leave he looks over at me.

"I'm so proud of you," he says. I smile.

We walk out, arm in arm.

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