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The Right to Be Forgotten: Eighty-Three

I offer every kind of bribe my narrow mind can conjure, but E blocks them all. Once I get Cal to sit and drink, I know I’ve bought time. E tells me to give up. Cindi calls and E affirms where we are and what we’re doing. “Great, now my little sister is coming to call. You know how to kick a hornet’s nest. You know she’ll bring Stipple, if he’s not to drunk to stand straight.” Secretly, I hope he’ll stay behind. While we wait for Cindi, I pray… Read more The Right to Be Forgotten: Eighty-Three

The Right to Be Forgotten: Eighty-Two

“Ms. Lancaster requests you follow me to her suite.” The concierge is not impolite exactly. Perhaps he feels as perturbed as I. Cal and I follow him to a service elevator. I crack a bad joke about being surreptitiously murdered and never found. Cal at least smiles. The elevator squeaks all the way to the fourteenth floor, lurching to a stop. “Wait here,” the concierge says. He disappears into the corridor then reappears with a motioning hand. We walk two doors down and E pulls us into her room as… Read more The Right to Be Forgotten: Eighty-Two

The Right to Be Forgotten: Eighty-One

“Evelyn came here today. She told Stipple her expectations. He didn’t take it so well and he’s been drinking most of the day.” Cal appears genuinely concerned. “What expectations? What did she ask of him that he would hate so much?” “It’s not so much what she asked of him but what she asked of everyone.” Cal takes me by the elbow out the door. Somewhere, the stink of tar wafts. The air is thick. The combination makes my stomach lurch. “Some of the senators we need on the bill… Read more The Right to Be Forgotten: Eighty-One

The Right to Be Forgotten: Eighty

I am assigned to meeting duty. Whenever the Senator has a meeting on our bill, I am the one in his ear, listening and researching and whispering. This suits me. It’s how I always imagined spycraft. Birch sits beside the Senator, listening to both sides of the conversation, keeping notes, and – his favorite thing – being noticed. “I wish I could give you all credit on this, but I’m not even getting credit. Remember, folks, it’s Senator X’s bill.” Those were the words Birch said when gently but firmly… Read more The Right to Be Forgotten: Eighty

The Right to Be Forgotten: Seventy-Nine

Alarms ring early, too early. My eyes matted shut, I stumble blindly toward the noise. No sooner do I flop onto the bed than Stipple bounds into the room and onto the bed. “Wake up!” He is far too chipper and my head rebukes him, though he doesn’t know. “Wake up! We’ve got a new transportation schedule to work out. You can’t very well all ride the same bus together.” I respond but my words are lost into the mattress. “What’s that? I — CAN’T — HEAR — YOU!” Lifting… Read more The Right to Be Forgotten: Seventy-Nine

The Right to Be Forgotten: Seventy-Eight

E doesn’t enter the warehouse, but the mood within is electric. “Congratulations!” Stipple yells. He’s drinking. “Thanks!” I yell back. The music beats on the metal walls. “Is the bill what we’re celebrating?” “Not entirely,” he shouts and motions to meet at the door. We dissolve into the late-night city sounds beyond the impressively insulated warehouse. “She got them all jobs,” Stipple says excitedly. “Who all?” “Pye, Otis, Blight, Helium, Glow – all the rest. Even me.” Cindi joins us with a pulse of music through the door. “Did you… Read more The Right to Be Forgotten: Seventy-Eight

The Right to Be Forgotten: Seventy-Seven

I am genuinely speechless. “Your car,” Victoriana says, returning to her usual briskness. Then I am in the car and she is out of sight. E sits across from me, utterly unknowable. “I never doubted your capabilities,” E says. “Victoriana did, but I won. I always win.” Her voice remains pliable with no harsh edges. “You do, don’t you?” “Did you doubt my capabilities?” “Not exactly,” I say. “It’s more like I failed to understand the extent of your capabilities.” Despite her apparent high mood, I become increasingly annoyed by… Read more The Right to Be Forgotten: Seventy-Seven

The Right to Be Forgotten: Seventy-Six

About of ton of Indian food and four hours later, we have a group draft. “I don’t think there’s anything to add,” Nan says. “The rest will have to be filled in by the DOJ.” “Shouldn’t we try to direct which agency of the DOJ leads the rules efforts?” Kevin asks, poring over a chart of agencies. “It would be ideal if we could reach out to agencies and determine who would best support our vision,” Birch says. “We have time for that?” I ask. “Of course not,” Birch laughs.… Read more The Right to Be Forgotten: Seventy-Six