#Chapter 219: Election Manager

Karl Before I know it, several days have passed since my brother suggested an election. The outcome of this election will determine who will be the Alpha. It’s not what I expected, but in a strange way, it’s invigorating. The past few days have been filled with early preparations: setting dates, interviewing campaign managers, and coming up with campaign slogans and posters. I wish I could be there for Abby, but I haven’t heard for her. The news hasn’t let up, though, and it seems as though the health department is waiting on tests to come back before they reach a verdict. It’s a sunny afternoon when I’m sitting in my office, in the midst of a pile of paperwork. The news is playing on the TV—a segment on the Alpha party disaster. “Unfortunately, the owner of the restaurant La Belle Vie Bistro and the caterer of the Alpha gathering, Abby, has yet to comment on the situation,” the reporter, a blonde woman in a tight dress, is saying. “I have to say,” one of the other reporters, a b