"YOU SURE IT IS SAFE MADELINE? Do we really need to go to LA!!?" the vice president faltered.

Vice president Mary Freeman was video-conferencing with Madeline Cory — from her ranch in Kansas. Both Lucinda Gates and Agent Wolfe were present with Cory, at the Oval Office...

This made Cory sigh...

"Yes Mary, we have to move on."

Her Vice President was finding excuses on the eve of the fundraiser. "That is simple to say — you really don't know how traumatizing it has been for me since the New Orleans attack — because you were not there!

"The gunshots, the explosions over there — it was a total war-zone — and I nearly died that day!"

Mary's voice was high in pitch with trepidation. The looks on Mary Freeman showed that she was still not convinced of the abysmal safety issues, with nothing ameliorable done since the last encounter.

"Yes-yes, for the hundredth time, I am telling you once again — that it will be safe in LA this time. Furthermore, let me specifically remind you that — I was not in New Orleans on that day the last time, because I was at Ann Rosewood's funeral, do remember that, Mary? So, this time around, we have been tripling the security in LA — and there is no Intel from Homeland to date about any future attack by those insurgents. These are my reasons — that it will be safe for us all, at the Fundraiser in LA."

"You should have left alone him back in Mexico, Madeline — but you had to stir the mess pot up, didn't you? — and now the Preacher has made a damn Hollywood action-hero fiasco, with his helicopter ride-back stunt — back into our American soil again, and he escaped — with everyone around the world was cheering his grand entrance back, and — they were all rooting too for him!

"If he is still alive — we are losing our own civil war against local radical terrorism — So what are you going to do about it?" Freeman reproached...

Cory now felt more of that opprobrium with the misgiving VP, who was still blaming her — despite of her indemnity safety offer to protect her.

Cory too had endured the loss of face in the eyes of the world that same day — she had totally underestimated the rebel leader's cunningness, and with the external invisible-hand of support from his fellow species — namely, President Emmanuel Garcia — who got his revenge on her — by aiding in the Preacher's getaway, that was telecasted live, worldwide...

But right now, Cory had expected her VP to be more supportive of their administration...

"Yes, I admit to the fact that the sneaky scar-faced bastard got away — but look here, Mary — we had defeated his God's Army severely in New Orleans, and now that fucker has been reduced without a proper army. He is definitely not a threat at all any more. It takes big balls, to set his foot again in L.A.!"

"You seem to be ignorant to gravamen around, Madeline — the Preacher has gained numerous supports, from the free-males and now even women here in America, who are now willing to pick up arms and fight for him — ever since you locked down 'Rosewood's influenced cities'!"

The VP was not swayed after the current faux pas in Cory's New Order strategy executions, which are facing more daily setbacks. Freeman added...

"He has even grown popular in other parts of the world — and they are now antagonistically watching us since you have attacked Mexico! Madeline, everyone knows that the avenging Preacher is going to make a comeback soon, to create another major insurrection in the country — and he is going to attack us massively, this time around...

"...and I still can't damn believe — that you still want us all to be there in L.A.!"

"You have to stop believing in every damn glorifying rumour that is out there. Mary — I know what I am doing — because I am in control of the situation, in orchestrating this coming election.

"And so what, if he attacks us again — I don't give a damn too because I am more prepared than ever this time. And I can rest be assured that he cannot touch a single hair on our heads this time — so Mary — are you in or out?"

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"No, Madeline! No! As long as the terrorist Preacher is still around out there — kicking and alive — I am never stepping into that L.A. Fundraiser event!"

Both the leaders went silent for a moment, and they stared at the big-screens that distanced them. Finally, President Madeline Cory spoke in a calm tone — but — with an underline of suppressed anger...

"Fine Mary, I am going to be in L.A. alone — so, if I don't see you in the Air Force One this Saturday evening — I am expecting your resignation — once I get back later to the White House."

Mary Freeman staggered to find a reply — but unfortunately found none — then hearing Cory sealing her reply, with her usual merge of disparage...

"So you can run along now, Mary — back to listening and clapping along with your Gospel music, for some catchy motivating inspiration — and then make up your fucking mind, about your future career in the Oval Office!"

Madeline Cory switched off — the video conferencing button on the remote control.

She stood up on her feet, still haranguing...

"That damn spook right there is holing up in her ranch in Kansas — and so afraid of the darkness of her own damn shadow, even under broad daylight. —what a fucking liability, I have to put up at my party...

"Good riddance, I am hoping the bitch resigns!"

The suppressed agitation was stressing her out, and she badly needed her to fix of alcohol — even though her physicians have warned that it was exacerbating with her medications. She was told that she needed her willpower to control her drinking limits, which had now excessed since the weeks approaching the elections...

'...but what do physicians know — about the stress of running a country?'

Some days she realized too that she had a drinking problem, by watching the recordings of her slurred speeches on air — but she kept mentally repeating the same excuses to herself — that if all her administration problems were solved, and so would her drinking.

Her greatest fear was of her own death — after watching the now pulled-down videos from YouTube of the charismatic Preacher's sermons, the day before he attacked New Orleans — where he had vowed that the day would come soon, where the AOG would storm into the West Wing and overthrow her. He later broadcasted of Cory's future public execution to the eyes of the world — this brought to her mind of the barbaric bathos images of Queen Marie Antoinette's historical death — at her own fucking palace raid — in the hands of a blood-thirsting mob, of her own French-fucking citizens.

She downed the drink — and was now more composed — she got down to business...

"Lucinda, so you are on the way later to make the gala dinner arrangements?"

"Yes, I will leave to L.A. this evening. Excuse me — I have lots of catching up to do — call me in my office Maddie, if you need anything,"

Gates subterfuge to dodge — and scuttled out of the Oval Office...

Lucinda Gates had been in a similar situation like Mary Freeman before — when she confronted Cory's involvement in the death of the former President Rosewood — and Cory also demanded her resignation — that was just Cory's first step, which was her threats — then it would be followed by her next treacherous moves by red-X-ing those who opposed her — so to keep her sacred diabolical secrets in her circle safe, from mass public discernment...

Agatha Wolfe was her perfect — acquiesce henchman too — to execute it.

Cory returned to the bar for a second — and was conscious of the prying eyes in the room — that judged her each time when she poured herself a drink. She turned around and spotted Wolfe's presence there — and that made her snap instantly...

"What do you want!!?"

"Madame President, here is the list of candidate choices, who will be the head of the task force — in charge of the LA Fundraiser's security — I have personally handpicked them for you." Madeline glanced into the file laid on her desk. Flipping the pages — before she picked it up, to slam it down — and spurned...

"Who are these cunts? I never heard of these bitches — nor do I know, if they are capable!"

"But Madame — they are the best of the best — that we have in the country."

"Where is Jensen in the list? She had single-handedly crushed — the fucking God's Army, in New Orleans the last time — why is she not here?"

The nepotistic Cory demanded to know — Roberta Jensen — was the only one who was trustworthy in her good side — the super-cop who pulled the trigger, when ordered without questioning in New Orleans.

"I don't think she is fit to strategize anything at this point of time, Madame President — Roberta Jensen is certainly not currently in the right frame of mind ever since her sister had been kidnapped — I met her recently, and she was totally disorientated — and she is probably having a nervous breakdown."

"What's wrong with you goddamn bitches!!? You lack the understanding of the word 'priority' — when it fucking comes to serving your careers, and your country!

"Your goddamn worlds fall apart when simplest of situations — like if your cat dies — or your bitch-spouse goes next door to blow your neighbour's dick — and then you all immediately lose all your fucking focus, in what you want in life. You, damn bitches, are all so disgustingly pathetic!"

The captious Cory grabbed the file and threw it at Wolfe — who caught it when it hit her chest...

"I am not satisfied with this list, Wolfe — I want someone fucking capable, right now and this instance — or else, you can also go and take a hike in your career too — like that mossback, Conservative Nigger-cunting Mary Freeman!"

She noticed Wolfe stepping forward — to propitiate...

"Let me personally do it then!

"My Secret Service team is very capable to protect you, and the Vice President — where I can then, oversee the overall security details — at the L.A. Fundraiser."

Cory did not counter this time — but was quietly looking at Wolfe rigorously — before she finished her drink.