https://mrpresident2016.wordpress.com Chapter 16 RICK KNEW SOMETHING WAS WRONG. Very wrong. Ruyah wasn’t in his head and all he heard were the usual hotel sounds; the TV, snoring, couples arguing, and couples moaning in ecstasy. But still, something wasn’t right.
https://mrpresident2016.wordpress.com Chapter 5 “MISSY, MY LOVE, I’m afraid we’re going to have to continue this at another time,” Stone said, helping Missy to extricate herself from beneath his authentic replica of John F. Kennedy’s famous Oval Office desk. The one with the famous picture of John-John hiding in it. As soon as Missy had redressed… Read More Mr. President 2016 – Chapter 5
https://mrpresident2016.wordpress.com Chapter 4 MALCOLM MAVIS WALKED slowly down the hall on his way to the Oval Office. He was taking his time; giving the two headache tablets he’d taken as soon as his vehicle had entered the underground parking area, time to work. He had to tell the President the news. It was nine o’clock,… Read More Mr. President 2016 – Chapter 4
https://mrpresident2016.wordpress.com Chapter 3 DEMYAN ZAKHAROV, Special Forces Agent for the GRU, the Russian military intelligence agency, stood a ways away from the chaotic scene unfolding on the other side of the Potomac, smoking a Belomorkanal papirosa cigarette laced with a touch of marijuana.