They left Chester alone again, heading to Eli’s room. “Here, now you have the clothes. We’ll go over what to say if you get stuck in a pinch. I think you’ll be fine though, just not too much philosophy.”
He laughed at that critique. “Yeah, it’s bad, I know. It’s what I do, though. Now I just need to be paid for it.”
“Did the guy send the address?”
Eli checked and sure enough, it was there. “He wants me there tonight. He says my prospective employer can’t make any appointments other than nighttime for weeks.”
Sandy was punching the address into his phone, and Eli watched as his eyes grew huge.
“What? Is it the trainyard or someplace they can snatch me?”
“God, no. It’s possibly worse.”
Eli grabbed his phone and looked to see it was in Arlington. “Shit, that’s far.”
“That’s it? It’s far? That’s all you have to say?”
“Why?”
Sandy swiped and typed more on his phone then he showed Eli the screen. There was a mansion there, huge, white columns and doors that were at least ten foot tall. “Jesus.”
“Yeah. Georgetown, man. Well, that and probably old money. The kind that can’t be spent in twenty generations.”
“Don’t tell Rhi that. She hates that shit, and I agree.”
“But,” he said, laughing, “you’ll take the job.”
“Damn right, I will, if they’re paying better than the substitute gig.”
“Right.”
The appointment was at seven that evening, and he had plenty of time to prepare physically. Mentally, however, that got worse as the hours dragged on and Sandy didn’t make it easier.
“I may have figured out who lives in that house,” he said, coming through the door nearly hopping. “Fucking Senator Madison!”
Working on his specialty degree, he’d studied moral philosophy and also took a minor in ethics. He did a lot of studying by keeping up on current events, so he knew who Senator Madison was. “That republican asshole?”
“Yeah, that’s the one. Really don’t tell Rhianna about this. I mean…she’ll find out, sure, but don’t break it too soon.”
“No kidding. Madison? Did he go to Georgetown?”
“The dude on the phone said not all the employers did, so if not, this might be one of those. Wow, man, a real senator. You’ll know all the dirt.”
“I doubt that he tells his personal assistant about his schemes and lies.”
Sandy gaped at him like he had three heads and one was a dragon. “You’re not this naïve, are you?”
“Fine. I’ll probably hear all the dirt and I won’t be able to say a word. I’m sure I’ll have an NDA to sign.”
“That’s better.”
Sandy drove him, and he regretted that right off the bat. Not having to pay attention to the road, or concentrating on the wheel, he had thoughts spinning through his mind. The sound of his own blood was whooshing in his ears as it sped through his veins.
A senator. That was huge. To have connections like that could be the difference between a so-so life and an amazing one. If he could secure a recommendation for a good school, he could be set for life with his chosen career.
There was a gate before they arrived in the small community of towering or spreading homes. Some were on hills, others next to manmade lakes or real ones, he didn’t know. He’d never been to the area, but he knew he’d love being there every day.
“Wow, check these out! No one that isn’t a billionaire owns one of these, buddy.”