#Chapter 166: The Primary Election Results

Together, Miles and I stand and start to head toward the television in the room. We let our hands drift apart as some of the other campaign staff enter the room to watch with us, but I stay close to his side, silently offering whatever comfort and support I can, just from my nearness. One of the volunteers turns on the television, just as the footage cuts away from a newscaster sitting behind the desk to a big map of the country. “At this point, we can safely project the winner of the primary election for this party…” the newscaster says, though right now, he’s just a disembodied voice. Everyone in the room seems to inhale at once, like we are collectively holding our breath. Suddenly, Miles’s face flashes on the screen. “Representative Miles Hamilton is our projected winner.” For a split-second, the room is totally silent. Then, all at once, chaos erupts. People in the room start cheering, yet even that isn’t as loud as the roars of applause and cheering coming from the banq