chicating | Probably More Like Should Have Been In Progress....

Kathleen, the accountant at Green America’s Future, with wide blue eyes and freckles, braced for a slow mid-week at the sturdy but dependable political-action committee. She adjusted some recurring donations and corrected some e-mail addresses. Maybe it was a little slower than average. By the time Kath came back from getting coffee at the coffee shop, though, she saw a balance big enough in their electronic coffers that she swallowed her mocha hard and burned her lip. “Holy shit,”she said, her voice sounding loud even to her own ears. Indeed, she cursed so seldom that people at the next row of desks looked over. Because it was more compelling than climate news out of the Rust Belt,if not equally unexpected.
“What’s going on, Kath? Did that troll come back? I told you you would be better off not talking to those people, right?”Her husband Tim cleaned his glasses and prepared to kick online butt, but he didn’t have to as the account was flooded with donations at least three times bigger than what they might expect for the season, even though the tried-and-true Candidate was a little enthusiasm-dampening for their more radical members.” Maybe our social media approach is better than I even guessed.” The couple shared a brief peck at work, all the better for being rationed.
“It’s cute that you think that,” Tim replied, admiring the way the new excitement made Kath flush. “But I’m not sure yet, not that you don’t have mad skills.”
“I don’t think anyone says mad skills anymore, babe.”
“Well, I’d bring it back for you.”
EIGHT MONTHS EARLIER
Henry found himself hating the open-plan nature of the office for the first time. He knew this meeting with Jeff(Imagine being his age and having a boss named Jeff who bragged about being a trivia and foosball champion and who won an original Starfleet communicator at auction somewhere…for charity, at least.) Whic