Following the public change in stance on custody invocation, she was quite assaulted by the media. She was prepared, of course, and the darling of America was perfectly poised to meet them. More than the media, and more than her constituents, she represented the wholeness of America itself, and thus was what she repeated throughout her many interviews. Following the uprising, she was contacted by everyone up and down the length of government powers. By the end of the day, she wouldn't be surprised if the President himself called.
In the days that followed, she worked to have many hearts to hearts, truly believing that others would struggle to grasp her intentions, but if she could only speak candidly, they would come to see her point of view. She went to the Custody. She saw it for herself. How many of her colleagues could say the same? Very few! They looked upon the streets of DC and saw a cracking façade. Homelessness crawled up the steps of the capitol. Crime wafted like waves upon their armored cars. Poverty and sickness scattered like spilled rats. They had only to look around. Pride was killing them.
She came to realize that fighting this fight of persuasion was going to be harder than she thought. On more than one occasion, she would convince another congress person to agree with her point of view, but they would never reveal that stance publicly. Fear kept them quiet.
Finally came the day for her to argue her position before the committee. They held the power to squash the entire bill before it could even go to the floor for vote. She met with many of them one on one in the time preceding, but the evening was drawing to an end and the matter had to be discussed.
She was articulate and passionate. She explained the change in stance, speaking to it fully. She relayed the reality of their situation and the promise of a brighter future for them all. When the time came, she took her seat and listened to the debate. More committee members seem to lean toward allowing the vote to proceed, but the chair person was adamantly against it. The senior member leading the committee would be a tough nut to crack.
They were about to call for a vote. A denial would halt the entire effort before it could even be presented to the House floor. She held her breath. They argued late into the evening, and she was tired, but she refused to give up. Even if it was voted down, she'd find another way.
But the vote was halted by an incoming messenger speaking to the chair. Suddenly, the committee was adjourned for a break and the members hurried from the table. Evelyn looked around her in shock only to realize that other members of the audience were all oriented at their devices.
"What happened?" she asked of her nearest aide, who hurried to her with an expression of sheer horror.
The wallet holoscreen was turned her direction. The video of the blonde, lovely Governor of Texas, Jessika Thrice, was announcing the state's intention to leave the Union.
Evelyn's jaw dropped. It was happening.
That explained why the committee hurried out of the room. "I'll be right back," she explained.
In the days that followed, she worked to have many hearts to hearts, truly believing that others would struggle to grasp her intentions, but if she could only speak candidly, they would come to see her point of view. She went to the Custody. She saw it for herself. How many of her colleagues could say the same? Very few! They looked upon the streets of DC and saw a cracking façade. Homelessness crawled up the steps of the capitol. Crime wafted like waves upon their armored cars. Poverty and sickness scattered like spilled rats. They had only to look around. Pride was killing them.
She came to realize that fighting this fight of persuasion was going to be harder than she thought. On more than one occasion, she would convince another congress person to agree with her point of view, but they would never reveal that stance publicly. Fear kept them quiet.
Finally came the day for her to argue her position before the committee. They held the power to squash the entire bill before it could even go to the floor for vote. She met with many of them one on one in the time preceding, but the evening was drawing to an end and the matter had to be discussed.
She was articulate and passionate. She explained the change in stance, speaking to it fully. She relayed the reality of their situation and the promise of a brighter future for them all. When the time came, she took her seat and listened to the debate. More committee members seem to lean toward allowing the vote to proceed, but the chair person was adamantly against it. The senior member leading the committee would be a tough nut to crack.
They were about to call for a vote. A denial would halt the entire effort before it could even be presented to the House floor. She held her breath. They argued late into the evening, and she was tired, but she refused to give up. Even if it was voted down, she'd find another way.
But the vote was halted by an incoming messenger speaking to the chair. Suddenly, the committee was adjourned for a break and the members hurried from the table. Evelyn looked around her in shock only to realize that other members of the audience were all oriented at their devices.
"What happened?" she asked of her nearest aide, who hurried to her with an expression of sheer horror.
The wallet holoscreen was turned her direction. The video of the blonde, lovely Governor of Texas, Jessika Thrice, was announcing the state's intention to leave the Union.
Evelyn's jaw dropped. It was happening.
That explained why the committee hurried out of the room. "I'll be right back," she explained.