Despite the somewhat early hour on a now curfew free Friday night, Madeleine doesn’t feel much like going out, so she and Westley curl up together and flip on the television. After channel surfing for a while, West eventually settles on a long-running late night talk program, The Evening Show with Ray Simo.
“Ugh, his face annoys me,” Maddie groans and collapses back on to the bed beside Westley. “Maybe it’s his ginormous chin or those smug, beady eyes, but every time I look at him I get the heebie jeebies. Like he knows the punch line to the world’s funniest joke, but I have to take off my top before he’ll tell it to me.”
West smiles, interlacing his fingers with hers. “Yeah, I’m sure he’s an asshole. Wealth seems to have that effect on people. The more money you have the more distance it puts between you and the rest of the population. Like this guy,” he says as he motions to the handsome, well dressed man who just walked onto the stage. “Everything about him screams money, from that expensive suit to his pretentious smirk and condescending little strut. And how much do you want to wager he’s some well-to-do politician or high level businessman?”
“Not taking that bet,” she laughs without glancing up at the TV.
“Oh, he’s from Bridgeport,” Westley frowns, scanning the caption at the bottom of the screen. “Theodore Davenport, newly elected governor and son of Thaddeus Davenport, the longest serving governor in Simington state’s history and the national vice presidential candidate in the elections of ‘28 and ‘36… I wonder if he’s related to Arabella from the museum?” he muses out loud.
“Gianna’s never mentioned it before, but she wouldn’t-” Maddie freezes midsentence as the man’s laughter spills from the television speakers and into the hotel room. “W-what did you say his name w-was again?”