She had to get out of there before someone showed up. It would be disastrous for her reelection bid. After making sure nothing was there to implicate her in any way, she ran out of the cottage and to her car. After fumbling in her handbag for the keys, she started the engine and sped away.
Behind her the sun was setting. It would be completely dark by the time she got to the office. She’d go through the private entrance to avoid the security guard at the front. As far as anyone was concerned, she’d been at her desk all this time preparing her speech for tomorrow.
Hours later, the police responding to a tip, went to the cottage and found a naked man lying on the sofa. It appeared that he’d suffered from a heart attack.
She was in her office, when the phone rang. “Hello?”
“It’s Kelsey Bryant from NBC calling to confirm that we’re still on for tomorrow.”
“Goodnight.” I need a drink.