“I’m not kind and I don’t care, I’m in this to win. I’ve just started gathering my ducks for a presidential campaign. This is our end goal, if you can help me get there, I promise there will be a nice tidy prize at the finish line. But you are going to sweat blood for me.”
Washington, we have a problem here. It is called Reid Prentice. The irresistibly handsome last-minute candidate who runs for presidency. He’s looking for a new assistant to support his campaign. I’m ready to notch up my political career. Sounds like a win-win situation, right? Yet Reid isn’t your ordinary prince from a fairytale. His arrogance is off the charts and he can be cold and demanding. At the same time, I’ve never felt more alive and excited to be around a man. Soon enough, he asks me to stay in his office. Seems like he wants to mentor me not only in politics, but also biology. A few weeks later, the two lines on my pregnancy test make my world turn upside down.
Is now a good time to let the potential future leader of our country know that I’m carrying his unexpected surprise?