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The next afternoon Viv stepped out of her car and smoothed down her black pantsuit and adjusted her purple blouse. This isn’t that big of a deal, she told herself. This was a trial run. Yeah, it was a national TV spot, but it wasn’t going to be a hostile interview. They’d chosen her first foray on the national news as the new spokesperson wisely. Or Abby had. And she would be doing the show via satellite from campaign headquarters.
She walked up to the main entrance and swore, realizing she’d left her credentials and badge in the car. Oh well, someone there would know her. She’d spent a lot of her time lately in the Florida office. Florida was a key swing state in the election. But now with her unexpected promotion, she would be working out of the Washington, DC office. A perk of working for a Senator from Virginia. Arthur had made the strategic decision to set up shop there because he thought it made Nelson seem more presidential. And while she was glad to be living back home in her own condo, Viv questioned his position. She thought it made the Senator seem more inside the beltway than he already was. That’s one reason she enjoyed working in the South Florida office of the campaign. She felt connected to people in the local community; real people, with real problems.
Viv walked through the door and ran into a human brick wall.
“Sorry, ma’am. I need to see your identification,” a deep voice said.
Viv looked up—way up into the dark chocolate eyes of the huge man blocking her way. Good grief, he had a foot on her. At least. She hadn’t worn her highest heels today because she knew she’d be sitting for the interview. Now she wished she had.
“I left my badge in my car,” she said. She tapped her foot with impatient nerves.
“I’ll need you to go get it.” His face remained passive, and he didn’t break eye contact.
“I’m going to be late.” She looked down at her watch. “Crap, I’m going live in less than ten minutes. This is a national TV spot. I can’t be late. Let me by.” She took a step forward, and he blocked her path. Obviously she wasn’t going to get past him if he didn’t want her to.
He cocked his head to the side. “I haven’t seen you around here before.”
“And I haven’t seen you either. I’m taking over for Gene.”
“You’re the new spokesman?” His eyes widened.
“Spokesperson,” she corrected him.
“Excuse me.” He smiled and shifted his weight. “Anyone around here who can vouch for you? How do I know you’re not here to harass the Senator?”
“Give me a break.” She was exasperated by his tactics, but she couldn’t help but look closer at him. His arms bulged under his tailored navy dress shirt. His dark brown hair was cut short, and a hint of tiny stubble covered his jaw.
“God, where have you been?” Abby’s voice rang in her ear.
“Sorry, I got detained by—I didn’t get your name?” She motioned to the security hunk.
“Name is Marc. Marc Locke,” he said, his eyes twinkling.
“Great, you’ve met the private security.” Abby grabbed her arm. “We’ve got to get going.”