There’s just something about him that draws the eye-his height, his strong but unnervingly warm gaze, the polished ruggedness that only makes him look more male in a business suit, and his infectious smile, so real and engaging you can’t help but smile back. The men in the room stand, the women straighten. His tall, wide-shouldered frame looms in the doorway.
The air is thick with tension, especially when he walks into the living room after taking a break and heading into one of the bedrooms to talk to his grandfather, who’s been calling from New York. The entire team that has been campaigning for the past year together met here at noon-at this suite. I’ve been wearing the same clothes since I left my apartment this morning, headed to the polling station, and cast in my vote. history-the son of an ex-president and at barely thirty-five, the youngest contender in history. The Republican candidate, the Democratic candidate, and the first truly strong independent candidate in U.S.
The names of the candidates are being tossed around in speculation-three names, to be exact. Exactly eight-tenths of a mile from here, the White House stands all lit up for the evening.Īll of the televisions inside the suite are set on different news channels, where the anchors continue reporting on the ballot-counting progress of this year’s presidential election. We’re in a suite at The Jefferson Hotel where Benton Carlisle, the campaign manager, is smoking his second pack of Camels by the open window.