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.She felt almost flustered by his genius.She grabbed at her BlackBerry, which had been out of her hands for longer than she was accustomed to, and read down the thirty-two new messages.Ugh, she thought, back to life.By the time she got to her apartment, a cozy junior one—or at least that was the way the ad had described the tiny one-bedroom apartment—it was six p.m.It was much earlier than she got home most nights.Her soon-to-be-ex-boss, the newly elected district attorney, was traveling this week, so she could savor a few early nights.He was off to California until Tuesday, partially on vacation, but with a few meetings squeezed in.It was a trip she would usually have gone on, but with no need to fundraise so soon after the election, she had talked him out of taking her.Though she liked having a little time to herself and the relative quiet of a post-election fundraising job, she had to admit she missed the craze of a real campaign and was excited to start a new one.She reached for the box of pasta that sat on the counter because her cabinet could only accommodate two boxes of cereal and threw her culinary specialty on the stove.As she waited for the water to boil she began to Google Governor Taylor.The articles were endless, and that was just from today.She couldn’t wait to be an official part of the team that would “re-dream America” and get to work.TWOWhat a waste of time, Jacob thought as the next meeting slid into the chair at their table.Lori Sanders adopted her signature perfect posture as she unbuttoned the jacket of her maroon tweed suit, which looked like the ones his grandmother wore whenever she saw the governor.“Proper church clothes,” she called them.Lori’s blond hair was tied up in such a high bun on top of her head it looked like it pulled her eyes skyward.Hah! Probably her attempt at a cheap face-lift!Jacob sat back and began rewinding the meeting with Olivia as the governor and Sanders began their small talk.For a second, Jacob let himself admit that it wasn’t the smartest plan to bring his buddy into the campaign.When he’d first suggested Olivia he wasn’t completely serious.He and the governor had been through three fundraisers in the last year, all of them unable to keep pace, and they weren’t getting any traction from their other prospects for the job.Their main opponent, Senator Kramer, was the former head of the Democratic Senatorial Campaign Committee, and since almost all good fundraisers went through there at some point or another, he had close ties with just about everybody.Jacob had tried them all—Dara, Annie, Dennis, Jill, Allison, Meredith, Emily, Stephanie, Rachel, Leigh, Hildy, both Jennifers, Jordan, Lenny, Jamie—the list went on and on.People didn’t necessarily want to work for Kramer, but they didn’t want to work against him either.She can do it, he thought, trying to reassure himself, remembering that Olivia had pulled rabbits out of hats to get the new DA boatloads of money.Plus, she was one of the hardest-working people he knew and she seemed to still have that idealistic shtick going.Then he let his mind slip to the thing that hovered in the back of his thoughts.Olivia was a friend and he knew the governor’s effect on people, especially campaign people.He could draw them into his world with a grip tighter than any of Jacob’s old wrestling chokeholds.And he knew how hard this campaign was going to be.It won’t get tough for a while, he thought.She’d have time to learn to be the highest-powered campaign fundraiser in history before she really needed to set historic fundraising records.He reminded himself of one of his favorite sayings: Campaigns and long-term thinking don’t really go hand in hand.Relax, he thought, it will all work out.And having her around couldn’t hurt the governor’s mood.Jacob wondered if there was any project in life other than a campaign that relied so heavily on the mood of one person.Whatever the long-term strategy or policy ideas were, on a day-to-day basis, especially for—but not exclusively for—the “body guy,” in this case him, the candidate’s mood was the most essential part of everything they did.An annoyed candidate would cancel meetings, events, calls.An angry candidate could easily fly into a rage and upend the staffing or power structure of the entire campaign in an hour.At his worst, a mad or tired candidate could slip up in public and say something explosive in front of the press.And in the new age of the Internet, a small mistake could cause a big downfall.All campaigners had their way of dealing with candidates.Jacob’s friend, who was Governor Ashton’s body guy, once told him Ashton wasn’t a morning person, but a crowd could turn him around in a minute.So on particularly tough mornings, his staff would set up rope lines—rope-and-stanchion setups to keep crowds at bay, or in this case to build crowds behind—wherever he was.A minute into walking down the aisle of any rope line, the governor would shed his morning grumpiness, and the staff knew they could start the day.For the senator whom Jacob used to work for, Senator Marks, all Jacob had to do was mention a car part or something similar that Marks could fix.Staffers could stop him in his tracks in the middle of berating someone with a quick, “Do you hear that clicking noise?”On one road trip that was filled with painfully long and eminently annoying events, a Marks adviser brought along an old-school leaf blower that no longer worked.Sure enough, after the first day of events, Marks was near implosion, snapping at Jacob as soon as they ducked around any corner.To this day Jacob could picture the senator grabbing at his arm and asking if Jacob “planned on being useful at all.” Then, before the last event, where press would be observing, the staff took the senator to a conference room for an hour’s break.To Jacob’s surprise, out came the leaf blower.“I don’t know what’s wrong with it,” the adviser said, as if it were the most normal thing ever to have a huge, rusty old piece of lawn equipment cradled in her overnight bag.“Let me see that.”An hour later the leaf blower was in working order.Two hours later the senator gave one of his most acclaimed speeches and happily bought drinks for the staff afterward.For Governor Taylor, the key was pretty girls.Like all mood-changing secrets, it was never anything spoken aloud.But it was what it was—whenever a beautiful woman interested in what Taylor was saying was around, fewer people got yelled at, more events stayed on schedule, and speeches were better.There wasn’t a science to it, but as far as Jacob saw, it was a fact.Of all the vices Taylor could possess, Jacob thought, this wasn’t so bad [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]