Guest Post by George Davis 

The President’s Counselor Lawless, Senior Advisor O’Connor, and Press Secretary Applegate wait in the office. Their minds fluctuate from scenario to scenario to fixate on what this emergency call to arms concerns. The door opens. They stand and then sit with disappointment. It is, Gable, the chief of the president’s secret service detail. He clutches sealed large envelopes that he gives to each person. “Do not open until instructed by the president,” he says and then sits on a chair.

“Where is your envelope?” Lawless asks.

“I didn’t get one,” Gable says. “She will be arriving in a moment.”

The president arrives. The staff stands. She sits on her chair. They greet her. She thanks them. As they sit, she instructs them to open their envelopes. They remove an eight by ten photograph and a two-page stapled document.

“These items arrived tonight from a friend working with that scandal magazine,” Gable says.

“Is this a picture of you?” Lawless asks.

“When I was fourteen, I was a student at a private school for girls. That picture was taken one day in the locker room after a soccer game or practice,” President Foster says.

The staff reads the document.

“Did you and this woman in this document have some sort of a sexual relationship when teenagers?” O’Connor asks.

“It never happened,” President Foster says. “She was a bully who harassed girls she could intimidate into an encounter. I went to my parents. They went to the headmaster. Days later, she was dismissed from the school.”

“This is payback?” Applegate asks.

“I believe it is,” President Foster answers her.

“Does First Husband know about this?” O’Connor asks.

“Not until tonight, we met in college. This wasn’t even a flash memory for me,” President Foster says.

“This magazine is going to publish this when?” Lawless asks.

“They are not supporters of Miss President so it can be hours, maybe a couple of days,” Gable says.

“That soon,” Lawless says.

“That is why I called this emergency meeting. I need you guys to come up with something to fight this,” President Foster says.

“When is this going public?” Applegate asks.

“We got one day, no more than two,” Gable says.

“This has nothing to do with the function of government,” O’Connor says.

“It can interrupt it for a moment that can be a reason for my non-supporters in congress to prolong the interruption,” President Foster says.

“Every word about you is just suggestive that you had an encounter with her,” Lawless says.

Applegate’s attention is on the photograph. “I got older but everything got better,” President Foster says. Applegate smiles her embarrassment away, the men chuckle.

“I don’t know how she got that picture,” President Foster says.

“She was a peeping-tom also,” Gable says.

“You said she was a bully?” Lawless ask.

“The worse,” President Foster says.

“Isn’t there a crusade against school bullies going around the country?” Lawless asks.

“Yes there is,” O’Connor says.

“Lets not wait until the bad news come out. Lets go against it first,” Lawless says.

“How?” President Foster asks.

“A speech, with this woman as the target, an indirect target, a speech aimed at stopping bullying that does not mention her, but she and that magazine are the target,” Lawless says.

“I can do it,” Applegate says. “I can construct a short, strong, to the point, dagger speech.”

“When can you have it written for review?” President Foster asks.

Applegate looks at her wristwatch. “You can read it at breakfast Miss President,” she says.

“I’ll be up,” President Foster says. END 


George A. Davis born in Philadelphia PA (presently resides in Tampa FL): studied creative writing at The Community College of Philadelphia, retired Federal government employee, presently write stories –


Posted on February 7, 2013, in Short Stories. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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