Everyone was applauding; the numbers might not all be in, but the trends being what they were she was the apparent winner of the election. The official results would only be the next day, but everybody in the room thought it was a done deal. Everybody congratulated her, messages came in from her opponent. She smiled brightly but if anyone knew her enough – and none of the people present did – it would have been apparent that she wasn’t actually happy. There was a shadow in her eyes, that she barely could conceal. Still she smiled and shook hands. Eventually the night was over. They all moved towards the exits, leaving her alone at her ‘headquarter’.
She told them she’d turn off the lights. But the truth was that the shadows of the night terrified her. She knew what would come. And it scared her. Still she was responsible for it and she wouldn’t shy away from that truth. Fear she might but blame someone else for the choice she made two years before. No.
She shut down the building, closed the doors and walked to her car. Thankfully the streetlights were all on; in fact it was almost like day but for the shadows spreading merely a few feet away from each of the lamp posts. She cast a quick glance left then right before she opened the door and sat at the wheel. Phew…
She screamed at the top of her lungs. In the shadows of the backseat, he sat. Hand on her lips. She couldn’t yell that way. She couldn’t risk being seen with him, the deception would be apparent, revealed in all its ugliness.
Apparently though, her scream didn’t bother him that much; in fact the shadow of a smile could be seen playing on his lips.
“Are you ready to pay?”
She took a deep breath. She wasn’t; she’d thought, or rather hoped, he’d give her some time. But of course not. One didn’t make a deal with the devil expecting him to play fair. And she was about to bring him inside the Presidential house of the most powerful country in the world. She’d been a fool. She’d thought to improve people’s lives; instead she’d sold her soul.