“I mean it,” she continued. “You were skinny and drawn. I know what you did to make that guy president and I think you paid for it. Physically and emotionally. It’s no wonder your decision-making skills sucked when the jerk put the moves on you. You were vulnerable and he knew it.”
“It wasn’t lack of sleep and a bad diet, Peg.” If only Madeleine could have blamed it on such things. “It was flat-out stupidity. But I don’t want to talk about that. I’m here to talk about my favor.”
The waiter arrived with their drinks and Peg carefully lifted the martini glass so as to not spill a drop even as she waved her other hand for Madeleine to continue.
“I want you to feature someone on an upcoming episode.”
Peg put the glass down. “Don’t leave me in suspense.”
“Michael Langdon.”
“Michael Langdon? The race-car guy? With the white spiky hair and glasses.”
“That was him. Yes. He has since become a car designer. Specialty stuff mostly, but now he’s developed something new and innovative for the mass market. He’s trying to partner with one of the major manufacturers to roll out his concept and to do that we’re trying to change his image a bit so they’ll think he’s worth the risk.”
Peg’s smile was infectious. “You’re working again.”
Madeleine expected this. To delay she took a sip of her own drink. It was too sweet so she set it back down. “I’ve been working for the last five years.”
“Don’t give me that bull. I know what you’ve been doing for Ben and it looked a lot more like hiding than working. Speaking of Ben…how is he?”
“Fighting.”
“Yeah, he would do that. When I heard he was sick and how serious it was, I thought if he dies it’s going to be like God dying. He’s connected to so many people in so many ways. Once we lose him all those connections will break apart and we’ll all be left on our own.”
“He’s not gone yet.” Madeleine tried to believe that his fight was stronger than his sickness. But the longer the treatments went on with no confirmation from the doctors that they were working, it was getting harder to do so.
“Right. Okay. Back to your real job. You’re turning Michael Langdon into what? Not a political candidate.”
“No. A serious person. Someone who is trustworthy.”
Peg laughed. “Honey, the only thing serious about that guy is he’s seriously hot.”
“Michael Langdon is a respectable and solid businessman. He’s an entrepreneur with creative new ideas for the auto industry. An environmentalist who’s concerned about our dependence on foreign oil and believes his electric car can change that while also offering the average American an affordable option.”
“Interesting. Keep going.”
They were interrupted as the waiter came over to take their lunch order and as soon as he left Madeleine continued. “He’s everything you want to see in a success story. Raised in poverty, turned to crime, paid his debt to society then reformed his life. He’s built himself up on his talent and brains. Now he wants to give something back.”
“And make money.”
“Of course make money,” Madeleine allowed. “But that doesn’t mean he can’t do both.”
“What do you think about him? Gut feeling. Winner? Loser?”
Gut feeling was a game they used to play a lot in the past. Any time they were working with a candidate’s adviser, or hiring staff or dealing with the media. Gut feeling was a simple up-or-down vote that encompassed everything. Good guy, bad guy. Smart guy, dumb guy. Winner, loser.
Madeleine’s gut was completely convinced. Which wasn’t like her. She used to be more cautious and make her decisions more logically, based on facts and statistics. Despite having very little of either, she believed he was who he said he was. She hoped her belief wasn’t because she wanted him to be who he said he was. Because she wanted to be his friend. “Winner.”
“Very interesting. Madeleine Kane thinks there is more to Michael Langdon than meets the eye. Well, hell, yes, I want to interview him. Do I get you, too?”
“Outside of a handful of people, which now includes you, no one knows I’m working for him. And it will stay that way. Won’t it, Peg?”
Peg’s lips twitched as the veiled threat registered and was acknowledged. Madeleine held on to a lot of secrets for a lot of people. Peg was among that number.
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