Perfection. That is what I see as I gaze pleasantly at my new Capitol.
A city of power. A city of wealth. A city of justice.
The door to my office opens. “Excuse me, Mr. President?”
I turn and see Augustus standing in the doorway expectantly. “Yes?”
I answer in a tone reflective of my good mood.
“We’ve organized in the war room, sir. We’re awaiting your arrival.”
“I’ll be there shortly.”
Augustus smiles and closes the door. I take one last glance at my
beautiful empire before affixing a fresh white rose to the lapel of my
white suit. It is then that I truly begin to comprehend how my plans
have gone full circle, with the help of recent events, that is. I must
admit, however, I do regret having to assassinate the late President
Raleigh. He was a good m…
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