#annekanedni

[henryssanford]

He’s always liked Ms. Kane, though he doesn’t get to see that much of her. He hoped now that might change, considering he was in politics, though he can’t help but worry that it would be under bad pretenses than good ones. He can’t help but be stress by this business with a potential presidential impeachment, even if his father kept telling him that this was an opportunity. He spotted her engaged in conversation (well, it was more one-sided) with one of his dad’s business contacts. She looked like she was trying to hide her boredom. He approached, flashing the older gentleman an apologetic smile. “You don’t mind if I steal the Director for a second, do you? Just a little professional matter.” The man, he knew, wouldn’t say no. No one said no to him, because of his father. The man went away, in search of some hors d’oeuvres. “Are you having a good time, Ms. Kane?”

[silasanford-blog]

The pair of them come together to his party every year: Anne and Alexander. As friends, of course (which amused him to no end). It had been apparent to him, but apparently not to each other, that they should have been dating, or together, or whatever. This year, it seemed that they had finally become a couple. Finally! He’s pleased to see them both at his party. While he knew that neither could publicly support them, their presence here would go a long way. He’d noticed Alex head out of the room with his phone, imagining that the transition was keeping him quite busy. He decided to approach her before someone else ambushed her with awkward conversation. “It’s nice to see you, Director.” The words are chirpy, and it’s clear that he’s in a good mood this evening. It’s his birthday and he’s realized his dream to get in the running to be the Republican presidential candidate (though there was still a lot of work to be done). Still, it didn’t seem like there was anything that was likely to bring down his mood. “I’m glad to see Alex finally get the promotion he deserves.”

[notalexward]

He goes to the senator’s party with Anne every year. It’s become a kind of a tradition, same as the little inside joke of a gift that he gives to Silas (and in a couple of months he would get it right back). He felt obligated to come, as sign of his friendship with the man. Especially with his new promotion, he knew how pleased Silas would be to have him there ― to show off his powerful friends. Alexi doesn’t mind, really. Silas, unlike most of this city, has been frank with him about his ambition. They understand each other.  He’s lingering near her, so as to avoid someone else coming up to chat. If he could, he’d spend the entire evening just talking to her. But either of them would probably get dragged away at some point. “Feels like being behind enemy lines, huh?” He whispered to her, a broad grin accompanying his words.The place was, naturally, swarming with Republicans. The kind of people he’s sure that Anne avoided at all costs.