Meet You in the Middle by Devon Daniels
There’s a special place in hell for people who waste my time. Wasting time is at the top of my list of pet peeves, right around being charged for hotel Wi-Fi, people who are rude to servers, and incorrect hashtag use (hint: #ifitlookslikethisyouredoingitwrong). I have a mountain of work I could and should be doing, but here I am, languishing in this eerily silent office, listening to the ticking of the world’s loudest clock as it crawls farther past our appointment time: 4:26 . . . 4:27 . . . Typically, I’d rather swim with sharks than schedule a late-afternoon meeting—though frankly, many of the politicians I work with are just as dangerous. I prefer to catch people early and fresh, their brains full of bipartisan possibility and artisanal coffee from Cups, the watering hole of choice for Senate staffers.