Spy in the house of love Jan. 6, 2013

  

Rumor has it she wants to come back to the office.

If she is coming back, I don’t want to be here when she does.

This is partly inspired by the gossips who claim the owner has no confidence on her replacement D--. He doesn’t think D—can handle the beat.

The owner doesn’t yet know why she quit in the first place and might feel differently if he knew the truth.

I’m keeping mum about what I know, in part because the owner doesn’t particularly like me either.

He has been picking up on my small mistakes in an attempt to build a case against me and give him the excuse to get rid of me as well.

I think the rumor of her return, however, is bogus, since she removed our office from her job description on Facebook two days ago and replaced it with her new title as the Virgin Mayor’s personal assistant, pretty much putting her in firmly in the political realm. It’s hard to come back to this side of The Force when you’ve stepped over into the Dark Side.

“Her guardian is RR,” the Small Man told me the other day, finding it difficult to believe she could be working against the Neighboring Mayor when the Neighboring Mayor is still an ally of her new boss.

But RR, he said, is capable of anything.

“And she goes where RR goes,” the Small Man said.

RR clearly wants her to keep close to the Virgin Mayor, maybe to fill RR on the dirty little secrets RR can later use to his own advantage.

The Virgin Mayor’s chief adversary, the one-time male stripper she tried to embarrass while still working for us said her move from our office to the office of the Virgin Mayor was a surprise. But then, he found her a bit strange from the start.

“I talked to her just before she took the job, she said I was one of the few politicians who hadn’t hit on her,” Chief Adversary said. “I thought that was a very odd thing for her to say to me. She offered to do a small newspaper for me. She would write the articles and I agreed. But she didn’t get back to me about it until last week when she told me she had another job offer. She didn’t say what. But now I know what it was.”

Chief Adversary’s chief of staff believes now that RR sent her over to their campaign deliberately.

“We laid out everything for her,” Chief of Staff said. “We foolishly told her all of our plans. Now it seems she was spying for them and brought everything we said back to them.”

 

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