He wanted a wild one…
Something about her perfume, something about her smile… It couldn’t be more surreal. Her wild range of knowledge..she was a smart one.
Meeting her was one miracle. It was just another fairly combination in the wild. She could have meant trouble but the craze was just what he needed. She walked in, her stilettos making a fine, strong sound, her fine hair dashing from side to side. She would soon make her move. She laid the pieces down and broke down the plan into a fine tale. All he needed was to do his part and everything would be perfect.
She walked in the oval office and placed the tiny camera near the pot of flowers where it would not be seen, so as to await the proceedings of the day.
The game began. Madam president would do the deed the following day and it was all in red tape. The evidence was clear. The set up worked and the pieces were coming together as planned. She never knew what hit her.
The next day a letter came in.” we will expose if you don’t step down from your high horse! “She couldn’t understand how that even with all her power and might that at that moment she felt so small.
She called in a press conference and said the words as they anticipated. The game was over and she had lost. All she was left with was her name and that she couldn’t lose. She figured she could always fight another day.
All this time The master of the game awaited pretty and fair as ever. He would rise to the creme after all thanks to her lovely damsel.
Because life needed a wild card.
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