Senator Sedgewick Sexton savored the privacy of his Lincoln stretch limousine as it snaked through Washingtons morning traffic toward his office. Across from him, Gabrielle Ashe, his twenty‑four‑year‑old personal assistant, read him his daily schedule. Sexton was barely listening.
I love Washington, he thought, admiring the assistants perfect shape beneath her cashmere sweater. Power is the greatest aphrodisiac of all . . . and it brings women like this to D.C. in droves.
Gabrielle was a New York Ivy Leaguer with dreams of being a senator herself one day. Shell make it too, Sexton thought. She was incredible‑looking and sharp as a whip. Above all, she understood the rules of the game.
Gabrielle Ashe was black, but her tawny coloring was more of a deep cinnamon or mahogany, the kind of comfortable in‑between that Sexton knew bleeding heart whites could endorse without feeling like they were giving away the farm. Sexton described Gabrielle to his cronies as Halle Berrys looks with Hillary Clintons brains and ambition, although sometimes he thought even that was an understatement.
Gabrielle had been a tremendous asset to his campaign since hed promoted her to his personal campaign assistant three months ago. And to top it all off, she was working for free. Her compensation for a sixteen‑hour workday was learning the ropes in the trenches with a seasoned politician.
Of course, Sexton gloated, Ive persuaded her to do a bit more than just work. After promoting Gabrielle, Sexton had invited her to a late night orientation session in his private office. As expected, his young assistant arrived starstruck and eager to please. With a slow‑moving patience mastered over decades, Sexton worked his magic . . . building up Gabrielles trust, carefully stripping away her inhibitions, exhibiting tantalizing control, and finally seducing her right there in his office.
Sexton had little doubt the encounter had been one of the most sexually gratifying experiences of the young womans life, and yet, in the light of the day, Gabrielle clearly regretted the indiscretion. Embarrassed, she offered to resign. Sexton refused. Gabrielle stayed on, but she made her intentions very clear. The relationship had been strictly business ever since.
Gabrielles pouty lips were still moving. . . . dont want you to be lackadaisical going into this CNN debate this afternoon. We still dont know who the White House is sending as opposition. Youll want to peruse these notes I typed. She handed him a folder.
Sexton took the folder, savoring the scent of her perfume mixed with the plush leather seats.
You arent listening, she said.
Certainly am. He grinned. Forget about this CNN debate. Worst case scenario, the White House snubs me by sending some low‑level campaign intern. Best case scenario, they send a bigwig, and I eat him for lunch.
Gabrielle frowned. Fine. Ive included a list of the most probable hostile topics in your notes.
The usual suspects no doubt.
With one new entry. I think you might face some hostile backlash from the gay community for your comments last night on Larry King.
Sexton shrugged, barely listening. Right. The same‑sex marriage thing.
Gabrielle gave him a disapproving look. You did come out against it pretty strongly.
Same‑sex marriages, Sexton thought in disgust. If it were up to me, the faggots wouldnt even have the right to vote. Okay, Ill turn it down a notch.
Good. Youve been pushing the envelope a bit on some of these hot topics lately. Dont get cocky. The public can turn in an instant. Youre gaining now, and you have momentum. Just ride it out. Theres no need to hit the ball out of the park today. Just keep it in play.
Any news from the White House?
Gabrielle looked pleasantly baffled. Continued silence. Its official; your opponent has become the Invisible Man.
Sexton could barely believe his good fortune lately. For months, the President had been working hard on the campaign trail. Then suddenly, a week ago, he had locked himself in the Oval Office, and nobody had seen or heard from him since. It was as if the President simply could not face Sextons groundswell of voter support.
Gabrielle ran a hand through her straightened black hair. I hear the White House campaign staff is as confused as we are. The President is offering no explanation for his vanishing act, and everyone over there is furious.
Any theories? Sexton asked.
Gabrielle gazed at him over her scholarly glasses. As it turns out, I got some interesting data this morning from a contact of mine in the White House.
Sexton recognized the look in her eyes. Gabrielle Ashe had scored some insider information again. Sexton wondered if she were giving some presidential aide backseat blow jobs in exchange for campaign secrets. Sexton didnt care . . . so long as the information kept coming.
Rumor has it, his assistant said, lowering her voice, the Presidents strange behavior all started last week after an emergency private briefing with the administrator of NASA. Apparently the President emerged from the meeting looking dazed. He immediately cleared his schedule, and hes been in close contact with NASA ever since.
Sexton certainly liked the sound of that. You think maybe NASA delivered some more bad news?
Seems a logical explanation, she said hopefully. Although it would have to be pretty critical to make the President drop everything.
Sexton considered it. Obviously, whatever was going on with NASA had to be bad news. Otherwise the President would throw it in my face. Sexton had been pounding the President pretty hard on NASA funding lately. The space agencys recent string of failed missions and gargantuan budget overruns had earned NASA the dubious honor of becoming Sextons unofficial poster child against big government overspending and inefficiency. Admittedly, attacking NASAone of the most prominent symbols of American pridewas not the way most politicians would think of winning votes, but Sexton had a weapon few other politicians hadGabrielle Ashe. And her impeccable instincts.
The savvy young woman had come to Sextons attention several months ago when she was working as a coordinator in Sextons Washington campaign office. With Sexton trailing badly in the primary polls and his message of government overspending falling on deaf ears, Gabrielle Ashe wrote him a note suggesting a radical new campaign angle. She told the senator he should attack NASAs huge budget overruns and continued White House bailouts as the quintessential example of President Herneys careless overspending.
NASA is costing Americans a fortune, Gabrielle wrote, including a list of financial figures, failures, and bailouts. Voters have no idea. They would be horrified. I think you should make NASA a political issue.
Sexton groaned at her naivete. Yeah, and while Im at it, Ill rail against singing the national anthem at baseball games.
In the weeks that followed, Gabrielle continued to send information about NASA across the senators desk. The more Sexton read, the more he realized this young Gabrielle Ashe had a point. Even by government agency standards, NASA was an astounding money pitexpensive, inefficient, and, in recent years, grossly incompetent.
One afternoon Sexton was doing an on‑air interview about education. The host was pressing Sexton about where he would find funding for his promised overhaul of public schools. In response, Sexton decided to test Gabrielles NASA theory with a half‑joking response. Money for education? he said. Well, maybe Ill cut the space program in half. I figure if NASA can spend fifteen billion a year in space, I should be able to spend seven and a half billion on the kids here on earth.
In the transmission booth, Sextons campaign managers gasped in horror at the careless remark. After all, entire campaigns had been sunk by far less than taking a potshot at NASA. Instantly, the phone lines at the radio station lit up. Sextons campaign managers cringed; the space patriots were circling for the kill.
Then something unexpected happened.
Fifteen billion a year? the first caller said, sounding shocked. With a B? Are you telling me that my sons math class is overcrowded because schools cant afford enough teachers, and NASA is spending fifteen billion dollars a year taking pictures of space dust?
Um . . . thats right, Sexton said warily.
Absurd! Does the President have the power to do something about that?
Absolutely, Sexton replied, gaining confidence. A President can veto the budget request of any agency he or she deems overfunded.
Then you have my vote, Senator Sexton. Fifteen billion for space research, and our kids dont have teachers. Its outrageous! Good luck, sir. I hope you go all the way.
The next caller came on the line. Senator, I just read that NASAs International Space Station is way overbudget and the President is thinking of giving NASA emergency funding to keep the project going. Is that true?
Sexton jumped at this one. True! He explained that the space station was originally proposed as a joint venture, with twelve countries sharing the costs. But after construction began, the stations budget spiraled wildly out of control, and many countries dropped out in disgust. Rather than scrapping the project, the President decided to cover everyones expenses. Our cost for the ISS project, Sexton announced, has risen from the proposed eight billion to a staggering one hundred billion dollars!
The caller sounded furious. Why the hell doesnt the President pull the plug!
Sexton could have kissed the guy. Damn good question. Unfortunately, one third of the building supplies are already in orbit, and the President spent your tax dollars putting them there, so pulling the plug would be admitting he made a multibillion‑dollar blunder with your money.
The calls kept coming. For the first time, it seemed Americans were waking up to the idea that NASA was an optionnot a national fixture.
When the show was over, with the exception of a few NASA diehards calling in with poignant overtures about mans eternal quest for knowledge, the consensus was in: Sextons campaign had stumbled onto the holy grail of campaigninga new hot buttona yet untapped controversial issue that struck a nerve with voters.
In the weeks that followed, Sexton trounced his opponents in five crucial primaries. He announced Gabrielle Ashe as his new personal campaign assistant, praising her for her work in bringing the NASA issue to the voters. With the wave of a hand, Sexton had made a young African‑American woman a rising political star, and the issue of his racist and sexist voting record disappeared overnight.
Now, as they sat together in the limousine, Sexton knew Gabrielle had yet again proven her worth. Her new information about last weeks secret meeting between the NASA administrator and the President certainly suggested more NASA troubles were brewingperhaps another country pulling funding from the space station.
As the limousine passed the Washington Monument, Senator Sexton could not help but feel he had been anointed by destiny.