Voting figures for the four council seats were posted first.
Two sitting councilors held their seats easily and the other two sitting councilors were edged out in closely fought contests.
The provisional results for the mayoral election were then posted.
BLACK, Sloan Alvin 724 votes.
BUXTON, Charles 3337 votes.
The people around Buck went wild and Buck accepted kisses, handshakes and backslaps as he watched the figure for the number of registered voters who'd voted: 23.92%.
He grinned broadly.
"Right Thelma," he said kissing her. "Where have you got everyone assembled?"
"We took over the whole of the Mayfair Restaurant from 8:00 in your name and as you suggested, everyone pays for their drinks and you pay for all the food. We promise you a great night and there will be dancing."
"I need to go home and change," Gloria wailed.
"Me too," Jessie said. "Gloria and I have been in these clothes all day."
"Right this is the compromise," Buck said. "You guys leave the restaurant after fifteen minutes. Gloria you drop Jessie off and she'll return to the restaurant in one of their cars. Be as quick as you reasonably can and we'll wait dinner until you guys arrive back."
Thelma took a call and called Omigod, "Mayor Black is calling me."
"Yes Mr Mayor. He's right here. Just a moment."
Buck flicked on the speakerphone and signaled for quiet.
"Hi, Buck Buxton speaking."
"It's Sloan Black speaking Buck. You ran an awesome campaign and appealed to the electors who bothered to vote. Well done. I concede and promise a smooth changeover. Good night."
"Thank you and good night."
Buck's audience watched him breathlessly.
He handed the phone back to Thelma and shrugged.
"I guess one of us had to lose. That guy must have put quite a bit into his role of mayor but just didn't have the horsepower to accomplish much. I promise you guys I'll do much, much better. Off we go to the Mayfair."
In the car as promised Buck called the Guardian.
"Hi Rosemary."
"Oh hi Mr Mayor. Congratulations."
"Thanks Rosemary. I'm off now with my team to the Mayfair Restaurant. Make it short and snappy please when you arrive but you guys join us for a drink before you leave."
* * *
City manager Tony Lombardi called Buck next morning to congratulate him.
"Mayor Black is moving out Thursday afternoon and we are having a cocktail party for him with some city dignitaries and senior staff. Um it's not usual..."
"Fine I won't gatecrash."
"Thanks. Judge Manners is available to swear you in at the Courthouse at noon Friday along with the newly elected councilors providing there is no application for a recount lodged by 5:00 tomorrow. It was such a clean sweep that no recount call is likely."
"Noon Friday will suit me fine."
"Great and you are entitled to invite up to five people to accompany you."
"Five will be fine."
"Buck would you like to come in at 9:00 Friday and tour our building with me? We have some outlying depots and workshops and a couple of big yards and then there's the police and fire departments etcetera but we can do those next week."
"Yes fine. How many council officials will be at the swearing in?"
"Just me, the city attorney, the city clerk and the Chief of Police."
Buck said that was fine, he'd call in at 9:00 on Friday.
"Tony could you put a memo out to everyone that they call me Mr Mayor or Mayor Buxton on council property and at all formal occasions but some I will invite to call me Buck whenever they are with me informally."
"Yes will do."
"And just a quirky thing with no explanation. You'll get used to me doing this. I'd like David Dell and a cop Sally Monk to be included in the city's squad at the ceremony."
"Sally is the wife of the city attorney Kevin Monk so will be there but David Dell is one of our department directors?"
"Yes I know. Thanks Tony. Bye."
Buck called Gloria, Jessie, Brett and Thelma to advise they were invited to be at the Courthouse on Friday to attend his swearing-in ceremony at noon and he'd arrive straight from the council offices.
* * *
Buck, wearing a snappy light blue Italian-cut suit, was shown into Tony's office by the very excited senior receptionist from the main foyer, Mrs Thompson.
Tony was a little over-weight, balding guy in his late forties with a relaxed manner, a great smile and appeared to permanently wear glasses. Buck was impressed with the guy and his firm handshake and his quip, "Coffee My Lord?"
Buck guessed Tony was adjusting to his new sense of freedom and probably had his humor back.
They sat for coffee brought in by his PA, who looked thin enough to be a scarecrow.
"One of the things we need to talk about..."
"Tony I have been busting for months to talk to you about this. Could I be impolite and go first?"
"Sure, shoot."
"I've looked at most council websites within a radius of perhaps 500 miles of here of communities in a range of 25,000 to 40,000 and looking at their City Halls I have to say ours looks the crappiest."
"Jesus."
"Sorry I had no wish to offend you."
"Offend me? I share that view as probably do all people in executive positions throughout our domain."
"Good. But you also agree a new building is out of the question."
"Y-e-s," Tony said with the deliberate tone of a guy not wishing to let the fish get away.
"But you have plans gathering cobwebs incorporation some redevelopment of space, perhaps some new space added and total recladding with new windows and a more imposing entrance and roof line."
"Y-e-s," Tony said, almost holding his breath."