Fedele
TNPer
Fedele looked out the window at the people walking past the dark tinted window. He had made arrangements ahead of time to be sure that his office would be ready if he won the election but the movers were moving slowly. He thought to himself only moments after entering his new office about the many things he had to do and people he had to contact to pick this defunct office out of the tar pits it had plunged itself into.
“Burgundy”, he said to himself. “The carpet will be burgundy”. If there was anything worse than a wine stain on a new carpet, Fedele didn’t want to know about it.
Fedele looked over across the room and saw a “Comments and Suggestions” box with the bottom punched out. He walked over and moved the trash can out from under it and taped a piece of cardboard to the bottom. “This place needs some work”.
“Burgundy”, he said to himself. “The carpet will be burgundy”. If there was anything worse than a wine stain on a new carpet, Fedele didn’t want to know about it.
Fedele looked over across the room and saw a “Comments and Suggestions” box with the bottom punched out. He walked over and moved the trash can out from under it and taped a piece of cardboard to the bottom. “This place needs some work”.