The Last Crusade by Ira Tabankin Read Free Book Online Page A

I won’t accept being woken for bullshit.”
     
    “Yes, ma’am. I’ll take care of it right away.”
     
    “Let me know what you did with him, I want to enjoy his suffering. Send him a note, reminding him this is payback for waking me. Next time you leave; remind me I shouldn’t mix sleeping pills with liquor.”
     
    “Of course, Ma’am. By the way, it’s not a good idea to send a note. He could show the note to the press which would make you look heartless.”
     
    “Okay, send him an email, then erase the email.”
     
    “Will do.”
     
    “Is there anything else I should know?”
     
    “The caller from yesterday send this DVD to you. It came with instructions suggesting you should watch it in private. The Prime Minister of the Caliphate wants to talk to you as does the British and Israeli Prime Ministers.”
     
    “Where is my husband?”
     
    “Ma’am, he said he’ll be around later today.”
     
    “Send the damn Secret Service to drag his ass here. He’s already causing more problems than he’s worth. I only stayed with him to get here, now that I’m here, I don’t need him. I might as well watch the DVD before I do anything else. Get me something for my headache. Maybe I can use this DVD against the bastard.”
     
    “Yes, ma’am.”
     
    Slamming the Oval Office door, sitting behind her desk, she pulls out her laptop, slipping the DVD into the slot, she’s watching her husband with the two escorts, it’s clear he’s drunk or high, maybe both. She laughs when the two escorts laugh at his small size and his inability to get hard. How do you think I’ve felt for all these years? He really is useless in bed. He likes to exert his power to make up for his two inches. He always did like to play rough with his little toys. I know he usually bites them, leaving a mark, like a dog pees to mark its spot. He tried to bite me once, I told him, I’d bite his dick off if he ever tried to bite me again. He’s such an ass if this video gets out it’s going to harm us. I wonder what they want to forget about it. I’d like to know who has it so I can make them disappear.
     
    Her phone rings, snapping her back to the here and now.
     
    “WHAT? Didn’t I say I didn’t want to be disturbed until I finished watching the DVD?”
     
    “Madam President, the person who sent you the DVD is on the phone.”
     
    “Oh, that’s different. Put him on.”
     
    “Hello Madam President, are you enjoying watching the video?”
     
    “Let’s cut to the chase, what do you want to kill it?”
     
    “Madam, you do me an injustice, you’re implying I’m for sale.”
     
    “Everyone has a price, what’s yours?”
     
    “Screwing with you and your family. My price is the destruction of you and your entire family. I have no monetary price; I called to let you know that as you were watching the video, I believe the senior staff at every news organization is enjoying it too. I also plan to post segments on the Internet. The National Enquirer offered me $20 million for certain screen shots, can you imagine how that’s going to look sitting next to the cash registers in every supermarket? I believe they’re going to run the headline, “no big thing.” Want to bet if that’s going to be the headline of the year? What do you think is going to happen when the transcript of what Bill is saying about you is heard and read? I smell impeachment. You’re going to set a new record for the shortest term of office.”
     
    “I’ll give you fifty million.”
     
    “Oh, no. I don’t want your money, I want to embarrass you. I want to ruin you and your family name. Chelsea won’t be able to show her face at McDonalds. By the way, I’m having a DNA test run on Bills sperm, I don’t believe Chelsea is his daughter; we’re going to find out and publish the results of the DNA test next week. Then I’m going to leak your relationship with Huma, I bet those in the Bible belt are going to be so happy they voted for