Homerun2611
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Scotty new the game of politics, politics and political support. In politics favors were traded for other. The appropriations in a major bill got passed because one Senator got funds to build a new airport, while another Senator that Senator’s support for the infrastructure bill he wanted that would largely benefit his home state. Promises were exchanged and both Senators voted or each other’s initiatives, and both passed.
Political donors weren’t much different.Some purely backed causes that one candidate best represented were supported absent other expectations, most were trading their financial support for the Senator’s quid pro quo, support of their initiatives, favors immediately articulated in the moment, or monies given with veiled, but very real, IOU’s implied. That was politics, a game Scotty had played for a while.
Earlier the Wein’s, or at least the younger, had thought he could cash one of his father’s IOU’s and collect a piece of Ren. And now, the Wilson, Patterson & Hayman trio, three of the wealthiest oil families in Texas was here to collect as well.
They were men who thought of women in the most simplistic of ways, ornaments on their arms or service providers in their beds, Scotty had tried to make sure the men knew Lauren was much more. She had followed up on his introduction, only to be ignored. “Gentlemen, this is Buck Dawson’s daughter…”
He shouldn’t have had to go there, but suddenly they stood up, and their eyes no longer gave her the look that they might have at the Silver Spurs gentlemen’s club, in Fort Worth.
Gerald Wilson, 56, three times married, three times divorced moved toward Lauren and slipped his hand in the small of her back. Scotty had to ignore it in the moment, he knew Ren could handle it, as long as the lecherous man didn’t go further. But as they spoke, Scotty felt the oddest combination of rage and jealousy, just at the audacity of these men, and the attraction he was felt and was trying to deny, for Ren.
”Gentlemen, I know what you’re looking for, and I will see what I can do? Your current proposals are just too destructive to some critical natural habitats, so those are not going to happen. However, I am looking into some federal tax credits we may be able to give you, to subsidize drilling in more costly areas.“
That was politics, I know you want this, but I can get you that, and make you better in the process. They seemed happy, and their checks that night more than suggested the same.
Scotty reached out and grabbed Lauren’s hand, discreetly pulling her from the oil tycoon’s clutches. “Thank you for attending tonight, but Ms. Dawson and I still need to make our rounds.“. There were other hands to shake but Scotty needed a momentary break. “I don’t know if I need a drink or a breath of air more, do you have any preference…” He gave her a soft smile, “…Ms. Dawson?”
Political donors weren’t much different.Some purely backed causes that one candidate best represented were supported absent other expectations, most were trading their financial support for the Senator’s quid pro quo, support of their initiatives, favors immediately articulated in the moment, or monies given with veiled, but very real, IOU’s implied. That was politics, a game Scotty had played for a while.
Earlier the Wein’s, or at least the younger, had thought he could cash one of his father’s IOU’s and collect a piece of Ren. And now, the Wilson, Patterson & Hayman trio, three of the wealthiest oil families in Texas was here to collect as well.
They were men who thought of women in the most simplistic of ways, ornaments on their arms or service providers in their beds, Scotty had tried to make sure the men knew Lauren was much more. She had followed up on his introduction, only to be ignored. “Gentlemen, this is Buck Dawson’s daughter…”
He shouldn’t have had to go there, but suddenly they stood up, and their eyes no longer gave her the look that they might have at the Silver Spurs gentlemen’s club, in Fort Worth.
Gerald Wilson, 56, three times married, three times divorced moved toward Lauren and slipped his hand in the small of her back. Scotty had to ignore it in the moment, he knew Ren could handle it, as long as the lecherous man didn’t go further. But as they spoke, Scotty felt the oddest combination of rage and jealousy, just at the audacity of these men, and the attraction he was felt and was trying to deny, for Ren.
”Gentlemen, I know what you’re looking for, and I will see what I can do? Your current proposals are just too destructive to some critical natural habitats, so those are not going to happen. However, I am looking into some federal tax credits we may be able to give you, to subsidize drilling in more costly areas.“
That was politics, I know you want this, but I can get you that, and make you better in the process. They seemed happy, and their checks that night more than suggested the same.
Scotty reached out and grabbed Lauren’s hand, discreetly pulling her from the oil tycoon’s clutches. “Thank you for attending tonight, but Ms. Dawson and I still need to make our rounds.“. There were other hands to shake but Scotty needed a momentary break. “I don’t know if I need a drink or a breath of air more, do you have any preference…” He gave her a soft smile, “…Ms. Dawson?”