pride and protégé - odilia x constance

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pride and protégé - odilia x constance Jan 20, 2024 10:01:11 GMT -5

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Post by parsnip on Jan 20, 2024 10:01:11 GMT -5

Constance Fear

"A state of Constance Fear...? Who the hell thought of that?" She recalled privately, slamming down a freshly printed news article which detailed her speech during her campaign. She then read further down and leant into the desk to narrow her eyes on the praise that it had received. "Well... I suppose... It's not that bad then." She hummed, standing to head directly to the door which overlooked a factory floor of typing staff, all hammering away at their keypads in order to fulfil the campaign target. Victory, no matter the damage to your digits was Constance's exact words the week before.

She leant over the balcony that overlooked her workers, tapped the small overhead speaker thrice, and gripped the radio-esque device used to broadcast her joyous wording.

"Good morning all, and welcome to your overtime shift. As you know, you've worked exceptionally hard to enact various campaign goals for not only me, but to achieve promotion when (and if) the time comes for my ascension to mayorhood. Now, with the election speech a wild success, the time has come for rewards to be issued. Might the writer of this terrific speech come to my office, swiftly. Kind regards, Constance."

She'd added the kind regards in a sweet yet strange way. It was her thing, apparently, as though she was dictating another letter that they were used to typing. Instead, she barked orders from above which was far from unusual, if not a daily occurrence. She returned to her brightly lit office chair and awaited the lucky individual who wrote, or claims to have written, her election speech.

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pride and protégé - odilia x constance Jan 20, 2024 16:18:34 GMT -5

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Post by d11a tsiuri dermott ☕ minie on Jan 20, 2024 16:18:34 GMT -5

Dad knew a guy who knew guy. Just like always did, someone at the university that had a way in at the mayor candidate’s election office. When he came home that evening and announced at dinner that his colleagues were looking for brilliant young minds to intern during the campaign, I could hardly bite my tongue. Very much aware that my father had of course volunteered me up to the job, I was the perfect candidate; Debate club president; honors society; Tutor for those academically challenged.

I was the perfect future mayoral candidate and with this internship, I would most certainly give my career a good head start.

Teo was happy for me, he bloomed with pride when he caught me working on Ms. Fear’s candidate speech. Allowing me to read it for him over and over again until I thought I had the perfect pitch. For I was not the only one writing a speech, everyone working on the campaign had the opportunity to come up with an idea. A team highest ranking and closest to mayoral candidate Fear would choose the winning speech.

When my words came out of her mouth, I was over the moon. Never one to gloat with pride, I let out a shocked gasp slip my lips. My words were the winning speech.

Even more to my surprise was the announcement over the intercom the next morning. The one responsible for it was to come to her office. My stomach all of a sudden was made out of butterflies and I prayed that morning’s breakfast would not make an appearance during my audience with Ms. Fear.

I knocked on the door.

”Mayoral candidate Fear. My name is Odilia Moriarty, and I was the one who wrote that speech.” I held out my hand in confidence with my chin to the sky.

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pride and protégé - odilia x constance Jan 20, 2024 20:18:57 GMT -5

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Constance Fear

Constance held herself in position until the very person who might have written the line that could seal her success in the elections would walk through the dark office door. Instead, a knock, and the entrance from a girl not too older than her own daughter graced the room in a polite way. It took Ms Fear aback. She knew all too well the anxiety that could exist in a young person's heart, her youngest is similar, so she felt some undue pride for how the young lady could stand in her presence in such a casual yet professional manner.

"Mayoral candidate Fear. My name is Odilia Moriarty, and I was the one who wrote that speech."

"Ah," she stood, and approached swiftly with a handshake extended, welcoming her to a seat opposite hers at the desk. "What ingenious writing, my dear, I must say." She poured the girl some water, pre-prepared of course, and sat herself down with the sunlight beaming into the office, and even the factory floor below. "You're quite the marvel, aren't you?" She glared into her eyes. "I want to know everything. How does a youngster, so bright by the way, achieve a speech like that?" She'd want background, who taught her, anything. She's always on the look out for a protégé.

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pride and protégé - odilia x constance Jan 21, 2024 15:22:45 GMT -5

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Post by d11a tsiuri dermott ☕ minie on Jan 21, 2024 15:22:45 GMT -5

The praise pours out of the mayoral candidate’s mouth and my spine straightens ever so more slightly. Not that she was saying anything I have not heard before, my brother and I well known for being above average. Always exceeding any kind of expectations, of course this was not much different. Humility more my strong suit than his, yet still lacking far below average. Nothing had ever grounded us; nothing had ever denied what I believed to be true.

I graciously take the water offered before joining her in a seat, acknowledging this conversation was far from over because after praise came questions. The wonder of how it had come to be that a sixteen-year-old like myself possessed such capabilities. The same questions had appeared over my life, repeated on loop every time I had a new teacher. My gut telling me that Ms. Fear would not be satisfied with a routine answer.

”I have extraordinary parents that raised me to be just as such. Of course, I have natural talent, but one does not get very far if they do not surround themselves with people who challenge them. I am always on the lookout for someone or something to push me to be better. Truly, you are the company you keep, one of the many reasons I took this internship. I am on the search for people who will elevate me and where better than the heart of a political campaign.”

A politician’s answer. Would she be satisfied by it or is it the beginning of a discussion of disclosure.

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