You only get so many warnings before the roof falls in.
Our owner has had his “talk” with me. So has his partner, and so has our former temporary boss.
There is no way of knowing if this has anything to do with our poet or her position in the Hometown election. But I suspect, our former temporary boss still holds my actions from a year ago against me and would like nothing better than to see me exposed and fired (perhaps on the mistaken belief our poet might return if I’m no longer here, and he can get back to the mentor/cub life they had lived prior to my actions after our meeting in the park.
He gave me false information he hopes I will pass on to GA, the hometown blogger, and this will serve as the final straw with the owner, who may also be looking to build his case against me (possibly for the same reason as our former temporary boss).
Meanwhile, I’m still puzzled over our poet’s yanking down her most provocative poem, and has not posted anything in nearly two weeks, suggesting she may have given up that one line of communication between us (if that’s what it is) or that someone in her camp caught on her and has decided to use a more persuasive approach in dealing with me.
There is a huge amount of money to be made and a lot of power to be had, making this one of the most dangerous elections in Hometown history.
Hometown has the hottest real estate in the state and possibly the nation. This means it has some serious players in the mix.
Our owner’s connection to a major developer becomes a significant tool. Our male owner in particular, also has ties to one of the developers who is backing a third ticket (who A is apparently seeking to become PR for the third ticket – while secretly working for R’s campaign. Her job – which might have been our poet’s job at some previous point – is to make a train wreck of the third ticket so the progressive mayor cannot use it to beat R since during superstorm Sandy last November, she managed to do away with run off elections. In a three way race, even a moderate majority takes the cake.)
I’m told the unions are planning to back the progressive mayor, something that seems suspicious since none of the developers like her, and the democrats are backing R. The unions apparently have read the tea leaves and realized the progressive mayor has the best chance of reelection.
But in some ways, this is a proxy war, powerful entities taking sides, and may still provide an opportunity for our poet to play a part in “helping” those still on the fence decide – her methods far mor preferable to the black mail the democrats have traditionally employed.
The congressman’s press person told me she had to send several of her thugs go rescue the hometown democratic chairman from a hometown bar where he was getting just a little too cozy with our poet.
“Anyone messing with her should have a good prescription plan,” GA told me, referring to the cancer situation.
As pointed out in several poems – such as the hermit crab poem and the one about her being an accidental thief, our poet’s value I suspect is in stealth – and once exposed, she becomes less of an asset, which may explain why A is doing the dirty work as PR person for the third ticket, and not our poet.
With at least three different sources pumping out information about our poet’s activities inside and outside our office, she could very well lose value as a secret agent and could well cause problems for our office if it becomes clear that she is once again trying to use us for political purposes, the credibility of our office might be compromised.
This may be why Tim keeps looking for someone else who might be able to serve that purpose, again possibly because I’m still employed, and might spoil whatever plans they have if they use the poet instead.
Again, the great question remains is how much they know about her, and whether or not previous efforts to control the paper were her and RR’s doing, or part of a larger plan hatched by the other democratic powers that now back R.
Despite his lie about working for R, our former temporary boss is hardly one of the in crowd, mostly deaf, dumb and blind to what is going on with her and with the efforts to control our office.
He seems loyal to her to a fault, but otherwise more than cowardly, too scared to admit his feelings about her, terrified he might destroy his marriage if the truth comes out about how he caught his cancer.
Even though he is out to get me, I feel sorry for him, and for our poet as well, and hope both find a cure regardless of how they contracted the illness.
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