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Mr. President 2016 – Chapter 16

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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. Continue reading

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Mr. President 2016 – Chapter 5

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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 and left, Stone sat alone in the Oval Office, chewing on the news Malcolm had just delivered.  The likely death of former President Noah Daniels

He tucked in his shirt, re-zipped his trousers, and padded back over to the room’s hidden bar and poured himself another drink.  He was conflicted as to how he should feel. A former President and a good man was dead.  But honestly, all he felt was relief.

It had been Daniel’s arrogance that had put him in the White House.  Something that he could have never done on his own.

He was aware of what the American people thought of him.  He knew that most political insiders had thought that he was a joke.  A clown.  A reality star who’d lost his grip on reality. And that most Americans, his wife included, figured he wasn’t capable of handling the job.   And that at some point – after he’d made some God awful mistake, like Zhamis had – that he’d realize it and relinquish the Presidency back to someone with political experience who knew what they were doing, like Noah Daniels.  Taking a sip of his drink, he laughed aloud at that, thinking, The now disgraced and very dead Noah Daniels, he laughed again, with a smile.

But, where the hell was that girl, Ruyah bin Caneer?  And how much had Daniels told her?

He crossed back over to the desk where he and Missy and been enjoying themselves – he could still smell her perfume – and pulled the Red phone from the bottom desk drawer.

He’d dialed six of the eleven numbers of his foreign collaborator in all of this, then stopped.

It crossed his mind that the man was dangerous even when he wasn’t being pushed for answers.  And trying to get the information he wanted to know out of him, would surely irritate him.  The man, and his brother, were a set of power hungry psychopaths bent on worldwide manipulation. And in the past few months, he’d come to understand that there was not a trace of empathy in them for their fellow man, foreign or domestic.  All that mattered was what they wanted.

Stone disconnected the call and put the Red phone back in the bottom desk drawer.  He eased back in his big leather Presidential chair and thought for a few minutes; going over the least hazardous options.  The only sound in the room was the ticking of the clock on the wall.

He leaned forward, and once again, pulled the bottom drawer of this authentic replica of John F. Kennedy’s desk open and fumbled in back of the Red phone and pulled out a burner phone – one he’d bought long before becoming a candidate for the Presidency, in order to keep in touch with his extramarital sex partners – and dialed Demyan Zakharov’s number.

“Demyan!  What’s going on?  My man just came back and he tells me that the job is only half done.  I thought we had a deal.  Daniels and that wretched girl, dead, and you get to become an American citizen, and your handlers get to continue raping Syria.  What the hell happened?  Malcolm tells me that there was no sign of that insufferable terrorist bitch’s body.”

 

By
Eliza D. Ankum
Author of
Flight 404 – A Novel of Aviation Disaster
Ruby Sanders (The Ruby and Jared Saga Book 1)
Jared Anderson (The Ruby and Jared Saga Book 2)
Ruby and Jared (The Ruby and Jared saga Book 3)
OneThreeThirteen – A Presidential Agent Novel Series Book 1
The Hunt For Red November  A Presidential Agent Novel Series Book 2
Dancing With The Fat Woman
Thou Shalt Eat Dust – A Second Chance Love Story
Eleanor Grunsback – An Ugly Woman’s Love Story
https://mrpresident2016.wordpress.com
A Woman’s Voice: A Little Book of Poems
STALKED! By Voices
A Tiny Kitten With A Big Mouth
https://mystalkingblog.wordpress.com

 

 

 

 

Mr. President 2016 – Chapter 4

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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, on a Saturday night.  The First Lady, Jadona Stone was, from reports he’d received, solidly entrenched in her East Wing office with a double vodka and Sprite.  So, it was highly probable that Majken Gustafson, aka Missy, Stone’s personal secretary, was face down in the President’s lap.

Therefore, Mavis took a moment to ready himself, for what he was about to witness, before he knocked lightly on the wood framed steel core door.

“Come in,” yelled a familiar voice.

There was a slight rustle of fabric and clearing of throats as Mavis entered.  He hated this.  Missy, on her knees under the Kennedy desk made Mavis uncomfortable, but he knew Stone reveled in it.

“Was it him?” President Stone asked.

“Before I answer that, Mr. President, could you please ask Ms. Gustafson to come from under the desk?  I think we’re going to need some privacy.”

“I can’t think what for,” replied. Stone.  “If it’s him, he’s dead.  So he can’t object one way or the other to us discussing him and Missy hearing it.  And if he’s not, he’s still a traitor on the run with a terrorist who’s committed some really terrible acts against this country.  So, what does it matter?”

Mavis drew in a quick breath, and then answered, “Yes, Mr. President.  Marlene Loudoun, the Director of the FBI, is sure it’s him.  But she’s waiting on DNA tests before announcing it to the Press.”

“Well, that gives us something to celebrate,” President Stone said, reaching down and pushing Missy’s mouth off his penis before zipping up his pants and standing up and walking over to the fully stocked bar he’d had installed in the Oval Office.

“Join me for a drink, Malcolm?”

“No sir, I still have a lot of work to do.”

“That’s a shame, Malcolm.  I’d think with Noah Daniels dead, you’d have one less thing to worry about.”

“We still don’t know the whereabouts of Ruyah al-Basir, sir. Whether she’s alive, wounded, or dead.  And neither do we know the whereabouts of that damn machine of hers.”

“That’s true,” Stone said, his eyes boring into Malcolm’s.

Mavis note the little uplift at the sides of President’s Stone’s mouth.  Sometimes, there was a hint of malicious understanding in a man that he considered crazy as a loon – as would most of Americans – if they knew the man the way he did.

“But then, again, she can’t get out of the country without my say so.  Can she,” answered Stone.

“No, sir.  She can’t.”

“Let’s keep it that way.  When you go back to your office, put the DOD on high alert.  No Muslims admitted into the country, at all.  And those leaving, must show up-to-date and accurate IDs.  Otherwise, they’re to be arrested and detained until the DOD can assure me that none of them are fronting for that al-Basir woman.

“But sir.”

“And I don’t want any of their asses admitted back into this country.”

“Sir, that’s against the law,” responded Mavis.

“I’m the law,” Stone said, shooting him that same look, again.

What had he done, Mavis thought, helping to get this man elected President.

 

By
Eliza D. Ankum
Author of
Flight 404 – A Novel of Aviation Disaster
Ruby Sanders (The Ruby and Jared Saga Book 1)
Jared Anderson (The Ruby and Jared Saga Book 2)
Ruby and Jared (The Ruby and Jared saga Book 3)
OneThreeThirteen – A Presidential Agent Novel Series Book 1
The Hunt For Red November  A Presidential Agent Novel Series Book 2
Dancing With The Fat Woman
Thou Shalt Eat Dust – A Second Chance Love Story
Eleanor Grunsback – An Ugly Woman’s Love Story
https://mrpresident2016.wordpress.com
A Woman’s Voice: A Little Book of Poems
STALKED! By Voices
A Tiny Kitten With A Big Mouth
https://mystalkingblog.wordpress.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mr. President 2016 – Chapter 3

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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. Continue reading