MADELINE CORY WAS ALONE, in the Oval Office — she eagle-eyed at the big screen, with multiple news broadcast coverage windows. She checked to see that her compelling double with Samantha, arriving at the airstrip, before they ascended on the stairs of The Air Force One, waving at the avid press reporters, swamping from below. Other entourage of delegates and envoys were also making their way, into the plane to go for the Fundraiser in L.A.
Another last limousine drove up to the plane — and it made a grand entrance. The Vice President alighted out — and she was swarmed by rushing camera flashes...
The younger Mary Freeman had always been the darling of the press.
Her gregarious people's quality of obliging the media, who even had voted her editorialized spoken-words and quotes — to be more popular, compared to Cory's New Order policies speeches. Freeman made it to be more palatable to the public, even though they were secondhand endorsement to what Cory had said earlier. She had also been seen lately by the supporters as a political hero too — who had survived and returned back to the office, after the AOG’s sniper attempt on her life in New Orleans...
Cory hated and begrudged her growing popularity.
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The entrance hatch doors were sealed, and the plane then took off. The Cory-double sat with Samantha while Freeman was seated across when the Air Force One lifted off on the runaway...
They made small talks — despite Mary Freeman being a little cold towards ‘Cory’ and was avoiding making much eye contact — after yesterday’s invective confrontation with the president who had threatened for her resignation, so Freeman focused her conversation on the younger Cory instead...
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“Samantha, I heard that Gillian will be performing at the benefit concert tonight,” Mary Freeman asked.
Samantha giggled proudly to the thought of her filial...
“Yes, Ms Freeman, I am so excited that he finally has an opportunity to show off his talent. He is really good, you know — for a closet musician who only made viral videos for his online musical fans, they are now in the millions worldwide.”
Samantha turned towards the Cory-double...
“I would really like to thank Madeline too, for giving him this opportunity to shine.”
The double smiled and nodded in obligation...
“Sure Sam — anything to make you, and ‘my grandson’ happy.”
The captious President in Washington had her double 'bugged '— she was 'listening' to their conversation — and she could also relay her voice, onto a tiny micro 'earpiece' in the Cory-double's ear...
“You fool! Why did you say that you, dumbass! Go to the office now!”
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The plane was in midair. The quiescence Cory's double then unbuckled her seatbelt — and she excused herself to Samantha and the VP and she left her seat...
“I got lots of work to do.”
She was accompanied by Agent Green to her plane's presidential office. She kept hearing berating screeches — in her earpiece...
“Never in my entire life have I acknowledged that she-fuck as my grandson. It is better if you have less conversation on my private life — and stay focus on tonight's agenda like my speech and presentation. Now go get started in your rehearsing, you moron — and I don’t want any damn screw-up tonight!”
Samantha watched the Vice President also excusing herself, to commence her own work. Samantha took out her cell phone — and called Gillian in L.A...