Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

Chapter 0357

Karl

I watch the screen of my phone go dark as Abby abruptly hangs up.

My worry for her is only intensifying as time goes on, but I know I can’t rush to the city right now. I have

a meeting scheduled to hire my election manager in ten minutes, and as much as I want to be by

Abby’s side, I have to prioritize my responsibilities.

I sigh, hoping that she’ll be okay on her own for a little while. All I can hope for now is that she’s okay,

and that she’ll call back soon.

Turning my attention back to the conference room, I sit down at the head of the long table, ready to

conduct more interviews.

The potential candidates for the position of my election manager are all gathered here for their second

round of interviews, waiting in the other room, and I have to make a crucial decision today. This

election means everything to me, and I can’t afford to make a mistake in selecting the person who will

help me win.

Clearing my throat, I call the first candidate in: Mark Anderson.

“Hello, Mark,” I say, rising from my seat to shake his hand. “Please, take a seat.”

“Thank you for meeting with me again, Alpha Karl,” Mark says as he sits. “I was so excited to receive

your call. Of course, I had a few other meetings that I needed to shuffle around today, but it all worked

out in the end.”

I manage a stiff smile as I sit across from him. “Well, Mark, I was very impressed with your resume. You

said you were an election manager for…”

The interview goes on for nearly half an hour. Mark’s skills are top notch, but his personality just isn’t

what I’m looking for. He seems more concerned with padding out his resume than actually helping me

win the election, and he keeps name-dropping rather than talking about his actual merits.

I feel like I’d just be a stepping stone for him on the way to bigger and better things, and that’s exactly

why I send him off with a thanks-but-no-thanks.

Next up is Angela Davis, a young woman with a strong background in political consulting.

“Good afternoon, Angela,” I say with a smile as she enters. “It’s nice to see you again.” Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Likewise.” Without so much as shaking my outstretched hand, Angela scurries past me and plops

down into a chair at the conference table. She’s already pulling a stack of papers out of her briefcase; I

can tell already that she’s going to be all business and no pleasantries.

“So, Angela,” I say, clearing my throat. “Tell me… What’s your priority here?”

“My main goal is to identify and target key demographics,” she says, her hands clasped on the table.

“Establishing a loyal voter base is the most important thing.”

I nod as I listen to her spiel. She’s highly qualified and intelligent, but she’s a little too analytical for me.

I don’t need to be treating my potential voters like numbers; I want to treat them like people; figure out

what it is that they need from me, not the other way around.

I send her off with another attempted handshake, which she ignores during her efforts to gather her

piles of papers into a perfectly neat and tidy pile.

Then, Sarah Turner enters the room. She’s the final candidate; I remember our first interview well. I

remember that she was reserved when necessary but also outspoken when the need would arise, and

that was what I liked about her.

I just hope that attitude will stick throughout the second interview and not fade with comfort.

“Hello, Sarah,” I say with a smile, shaking your hand. “Thank you for meeting with me today.”

“It’s a pleasure, Alpha Karl,” she says. “I’m looking forward to talking again.”

The interview continues, and as Sarah speaks, I can’t help but be impressed.

She talks about connecting with voters on a personal level, about engaging with the community, and

about using social media strategically. Her approach is different from the others, and I find it refreshing.

I can see her as a valuable addition to my team.

After she finishes her presentation, I address her directly.

“Sarah, your ideas are intriguing, and I believe your approach aligns with my vision for this campaign,” I

say. “However, I need to ask, what drives you? Why do you want to be my election manager?”

Sarah meets my gaze with unwavering determination. “Alpha Karl, I’ve been watching your career for

some time now,” she says. “I can see the potential for real change, not just in our pack but in the entire

werewolf community. I want to be a part of that change, and I want to help you win this election so we

can make it happen.”

Her words resonate with me, and I can’t deny the passion in her voice. “Well,” I say, shutting my

notebook; my mind is already made. “When can you start?”

A smile spreads across Sarah’s face, and she extends her hand for a firm handshake. “I can start

immediately. Thank you, Alpha Karl. I won’t let you down.”

I shake her hand, feeling a sense of relief that I've made the right choice. As we finalize the details of

her employment, I can't help but think that she might also make an excellent secretary down the road.

Her organizational skills and dedication would be invaluable in managing the demands of my position.

Back in my office, I take a moment to collect my thoughts. Marcus enters and takes a seat across from

me.

“How did the meeting go?” he asks.

I lean back in my chair, letting out a long breath. “Sarah is going to be my election manager. She

seems promising.

Marcus nods in approval. “That’s great. Is there anything I can do to help?”

Speaking of Abby, I still don’t know if I’ve heard from her. I slip my phone out of my pocket, and lo and

behold, there’s a voicemail notification from her on the screen. Coոtent beloոgs to Draмąnоvеls.cоm

“Hold on, Marcus,” I say, swiping to listen to the voicemail.

I feel a mix of relief and curiosity. Maybe she called to update me on what happened earlier. I press the

play button, eager to hear her voice and find out how she’s doing.

I glance at Marcus, who notices the change in my expression. “What’s up?” he asks, shooting me a

worried look.

I shake my head, unable to form words at the moment. Abby’s message has thrown a new wrench into

things.

And now, more than ever, I’m worried for her safety.