The commercial break seemed like an eternity for Mina and the Justice family. She could care less about Ode de Ode French perfume or Burger Princess Patty Supremes (at least not now, she had lost her appetite from the character assassination.) What kind of bid was Electra making now that she had successfully slandered the one lawyer who had dented her perfect reputation.
When the news returned, Tim Justin, who Mina now wanted to call Tim Un-Just, was standing on the runway. Febuary fog had rolled in, but Electra's private jet had landed with perfect timing.
Tim's spikey hair whipped in the breeze as he held the microphone to his mouth. "We now await Ms. Electra to depart and share her shocking announcement! And here she is…"
The runway operators had pulled up a metallic staircase to the door as Electra made her entrance like a queen. Sporting an electric yellow fur coat (which had to be faux, Mina thought unless she was somehow skinning mascots from Hokey Mom Go) that matched her lightning bolt shaped hair, the billionaire strutted down the stairs, a smirk on her plastic, unwrinkled face.
The much younger Tim Justin blushed as she spoke in a deep but foxy womanly voice and ran a light green acrylic fingernail across his cheek. "How do you do, big boy?"
"Yowza! Hubba hubba!" Tim exclaimed, before he was reminded he was on the air by a camera man.
"Er…i mean, Ms. Maxine Electra has arrived in a truly sparking sport coat. Its rather fashion forward if I say so myself.
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Electra held her large hand to her mouth and gave a deep chortle. "Oh ho ho. I do like to stay rather CURRENT!"
Mina wrinkled her nose. She wasn't sure what was more off-putting. The clear flirtatious between the mom-age Electra and the twenty-something Tim or the awful puns. She then heard something that truly made her head turn.
"But robbing the cradle isn't why I've returned," Electra guffawed. "Momma here is making a bid for the presidential ticket! I believe I'm certainly rich and fab enough!"
Mina's eyes bulged open and her mouth dropped as far as it could. "President Electra?!!"
The thought of a highly corrupt billionaire running the country was something Mina could not fathom. Especially one who crushed young attorneys under her thunderbolt shaped heels.
"Well you got my vote!" said Tim Justin said, drooling slightly. "Most candidates are old and gross, not young and foxy."
Justin had to be reminded he was on the air again. Electra thrusted a finger right in the camera. "And this is a message to anyone who thinks they can stop me. The chances of getting struck by lightning are more likely than you think!"
Electra burst into another round of deep voiced guffaws before she apologized. "My apologies," she said. "I suffer from a bit of chronic Villainitus. Just know that I'm gonna make it big, baby!"
"I'd be your big baby boy anyday!" Tim said before the camera cut back to an annoyed anchorwoman.
"Apologies," she said with a roll of her eyes "We seem to be having some technical difficulties with our reporter's libido…again."
She turned to face the screen. "But you heard it first on Ear Hearing News! Maxine Electra makes her bid for president."
The news fanfare played and Mina never thought she'd be relieved to see a commercial break for Jillete shaving cream. She was silent, and even the Justice's were at a loss for words.
The thing that stuck in Mina's gut the most were Electra's menacing threats, 'the chances of getting struck by lightning are more likely than you think.' Indeed, this billionaire loved to smite her foes with injustice and Mina had gotten 300 volts of it....and now she wanted to be President too!