“You heard your constituents, aldermen and women. They want to see what goes on at city hall—well, here goes.”
A city council member steps forward. The breeze swirls the hem of her long, camel-colored coat and ruffles her short auburn hair. Maxzyne spots a red-starred Chicago flag pendant on her lapel. The woman frowns, looking determined as she strides toward the podium.
“Excuse me, sir, but we can’t do this right now.”
The mayor looks at her, one brow arching. “And why is that?”
“Because we have no way of making a record of this, er, special council meeting, sir.”
The arched eyebrow comes down as the mayor rolls his eyes. “Better come up with a better reason than that, Councilwoman Perzinski.”
On Maxzyne’s left, the newspaper reporter raises his hand. “Mr. Mayor, glad to oblige.” He waves his pen and small notebook in the air. “Tools of the trade right here.”
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