Chapter Fourty One

Damn, I would give it to Mr. President, he was a good executor of characters. He successfully fooled all of us who came to his official speech day to rescue his sinful ass, except of course The General and his son who initially had their heads all in, in the game.

That very day, I and Mercury together with Janet felt for him because of the fear and trickling pebbles of sweat filled with worry he plastered all over his face, vulnerable. But today, he had a long face devoid of emotions and stoic with wickedness and atrocity.

He stood up from his seat the moment he sighted Commander George Benson who stood along with the Marshall kids at our rescue and beck in his full regalia. The President, smized his eyes on the possibility of what was about to happen, he tugged gently on his tie that was resting perfectly on his well steamed suit as he heaved a deep sigh.

"Brother, you and I are no much different from each other you know?"

The President said circling his table to get a better view