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The Commune of Los Tamices
Region of Gran Valle
Señor Louis Vargas

“It’s done then?” Louis eyed the bottle of beer sitting on his desk. Without a doubt it had become warm by now, but after today it would be a blessing nonetheless. “Good, thank you. Have a good night and I’ll see you first thing in the morning…it’ll be a long season.”

He hung up the phone and promptly plopped himself down on his chair, letting out a big sigh as though he was exhaling all the air in his body. He grabbed the beer, wet with condensation and whacked the cap off with the corner of his desk. To no surprise, it was indeed warm. Still, it was refreshing.

“What a horrible day for the air conditioning to break,” he chuckled as he turned his attention to the stack of papers on his desk. The top sheet was labeled “RECORD OF VOTE: THE COMMUNE OF LOS TAMICES, REGION OF GRAN VALLE.” Within it, contained the certification necessary to appoint Julio Rodrigo De La Masaya to be the official delegate of the Commune to the 88th Cayabocani National People’s Assembly. This would be his eighteenth election to the prestigious position, which at this point would have made it nearly routine – something to be expected. Barely warranting any sort of formal public recognition. However, this time around there was a worthy challenger. The daughter of a respected millworker tried to take her place in history as the first female Delegate from Los Tamices in nearly fifty years.

Unfortunately for her, the mill with which had fed, clothed, and provided for her family was small enough to not need membership in the National Federation of Labor. Regrettably, for her, this independence resulted in an attitude that was uncomfortably antagonistic to the ideals with which the Cayabocani labor movement was founded upon and embodied daily. This fact was reiterated consistently throughout the campaign cycle and clearly the results paid off. De La Masaya carried 65% of the vote. Lower than his normal collection, but comfortable nonetheless.

A knock at the door of Louis’ office brought him out of his daydream, “Come in!”

In walked a younger man in a light gray suit. His hair was meticulously combed and held together with product. On his lapel, the red and black signet of the National Federation of Labor.

“Louis!” he called out, extending his arms “I am sorry to bother you so late, I’ve been making a number of rounds across the Coast…Gran Valle Region is always so much larger than I remember.”

“It isn’t a problem at all, Ricardo,” Louis smiled “Can I offer you a beer?”

“Thank you for your generosity, but I can’t stay long,” Ricardo shook his head before sitting down across from Louis, his eyes glanced at the report sitting on the desk “Ah, the election report! I assume its done then?”

“Yes,” Louis raised his beer “Cheers to the Honorable De La Masaya.”

“With what percentage?” Ricardo’s tone turned noticeably more serious.

“As predicted,” Louis chose his words carefully “Another good call from the pollsters.”

“They really do have their ways,” Ricardo smiled “Such a busy time of year.”

Ricardo promptly stood up from the chair, wiping invisible dust from his jacket.

“Are you expecting a challenging session?” Louis asked, knowing the answer.

“Well,” Ricardo began to turn and leave “If the pollsters across the nation were as precise as the ones here in Los Tamices, then no. I suspect this will be a very productive and gainful year for the People of our Country, as always.”

“As always,” Louis waved as Ricardo left. When the door closed he slumped back down in his chair. He looked at the “VOTADO!” sticker on the lapel of his own polo.

“Better luck next year,” he whispered to himself.
 
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