her. She grabbed a disposable cup and let him fill it.
“Alex Santiago pouring a cup of coffee—now, that’s something I didn’t think I’d ever see.”
He turned and smiled broadly. Kat studied the woman who had sparked such a brilliant response from him.
“This is Mellie Rodgers. She is the senator’s highly capable executive assistant.” Mellie was almost as tall as Alex and was impeccably dressed in a pale pink suit that would’ve made Jackie O look fashion-challenged. Her auburn hair was styled in a chignon, and her pinch-toed maroon shoes probably cost as much as Kat’s rent. All of a sudden she felt frumpy, despite the fact that she was wearing her best suit, a tailored navy pinstripe with a gray silk blouse underneath. Of course her shoes were sensible flats since she’d known she’d have to walk a bit from the parking lot at Union Station.
“What he means is that I’m the person who keeps tabs on the senator’s whereabouts and keeps Alex in check.” She reached out and straightened his tie. It hadn’t been crooked, but was now. “If you need anything, Katerina, you let me know. Apparently we’re to roll out the red carpet for you.”
Kat stared at Mellie’s retreating figure. “What did she mean by that?”
Alex took her to his office and shut the door. He glanced in the mirror on the back of the door and adjusted his tie. Kat suppressed a smile.
“You’ll find a lot of interesting staff in this office and working for the campaign. We unfortunately have to indulge donors who make significant contributions by giving their children jobs.”
“That should be illegal.” Kat knew she sounded naive, but she couldn’t help it.
“That would make my job so much easier. During campaign years we can send them to headquarters or one of the field offices, but all of the staff here have been with us for a number of years.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Because it’s understood that staff who get their jobs because of who their daddies are get limited access and responsibility until they prove their worth.”
“Oh,” she said simply.
“But you are the exception because the senator has said that he wants you to be fully involved.”
She took a big sip of her coffee, nearly burning her mouth.
He went behind his desk. The office wasn’t large, but it was certainly bigger than her closet office at the college. He had a carved wood desk with some trinkets on it but not a lot of the personal junk that normally littered desks. By the window was a more functional wood table with a computer, printer and various office paraphernalia.
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