A Snatched Presidency

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Submitted: December 07, 2017

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A Snatched Presidency

 

Monet Miller

 

[1867 words]

 

 “Damn.” Ralph exclaimed as he pricked his fingers while trying to put the American Flag pin across his chest. It was the day he gave his address. He was nervous. His palms were sweaty as he kept trying to apply the button to his clothes. Why was he so nervous? He’s the damn President of the United States. Across the room, his wife Carly stood there and watched him fumble over putting the pin together. She walked over and moved his hands and latched it for him. “What would you do without me..” she mumbled. He ignored her remark and begin to play with his hair in the mirror. He looked at himself. He wore a tan colored suit with a chocolate brown tie with matching chocolate brown shoes. He had to admit he looked his best; Better than he did on election day. He chuckled to himself at this little joke. Carly didn’t notice. President. He kept staring at himself. His first address as president of the United States. He was not prepared. He didn’t feel like he deserved this role. What was he going to talk about? The war that’s been going on since what seemed like forever? What war was it even? Or how he’s supposed to stand up there and lie about the famine and the poor and about how they have this outlandish plan to feed everyone which was ultimately a lie.  He exhaled, He knew absolutely nothing, but alas, it was time to go. He quickly grabbed his things and headed towards the door. “I’ll see you out there,” he muttered to his wife and closed the door quietly behind him.

It was the year 2047 and Ralph Jepson was the President of the United States of America and his wife Carlise “Carly” Peterson was the elected Vice President of the United States. What a time to be alive. Carly never knew her life would amount to this. Vice President of the world. They were unprepared. She knew deep in her heart that her husband would not make a good fit for president. She would often reminisce on his election and how she basically had to give her life for them to have a shot at the presidency. She was the role. She wore the pants. She was The President. As they laid in their beds that night, she re wrote his entire address. He knew nothing, but they were in this together and she was determined to have him stay afloat. She looked at her apparel. She looked determined and ready to take on the day. Her matching American Flag Pin across her chest matching her husbands. She wore a black pinstripe pantsuit with a red camisole underneath. Her black heels were polished and shiny. She was ready to stand alongside her husband and partner. “Brrrrrring, Brrrring.” The shrill sound of the duty phone startled her abruptly. She knew that probably was the chief of staff summoning her to meet them for the address. Instead of answering it, she grabbed her belongings and then walked to the door. The hallway was quiet almost too quiet. She walked down the corridor into the main lobby. Silence. No one was around. She went to the service desk, no one. Odd? No secret service to walk her down? Was everything okay? Her heart flurried, it was entirely too quiet. She walked briskly back to the Oval Office. “Brrrrring, Brrrrrring!!!” The duty phone rang again. This time she was quick to pick up. “Hello?!, what the hell is going on? Where is the secret service? Where is Ralph?. She kept on rambling, unable to keep her composure. ”Madam Vice President, we have a situation, security has been breached on our end and the President has been compromised. We need you to keep it together and stay in the office until it’s clear, somebody you know will be outside of the door and guarding it for you until we say the coast is clear.” After this, Carly heard the dead sound of the dial tone. Her heart dropped. Compromised? What does that mean? Like taken? Carly moved her way through the office, grabbed the laptop off the desk and beneath her desk. What a mess she was. After what seemed like hours had passed, she heard someone rustling at the door. She peaked through the lower crack and saw a pair of female heels that matched hers. “Mrs. Peterson…Hello are you alright?”. She could hear the familiar voice calling out to her. She knew immediately who it was. She peaked her head from behind the desk. Her normally coiffed hair was sweat down to a poof, her jacket thrown halfway across the room. When she emerged from the desk, she saw that it was Abigail, their publicist and friend. A look of relief flashed across Abby’s face as she saw Carly struggle to get up from her position on the floor. “Abby…Abby, please, please tell me everything is alright. Please tell me Ralph is okay, I need to know.” Abby’s face was bright red. From this, Carly could tell the outcome of what she was about to hear was not good. “Carly.. I need you to listen to me, You have got to get out of here and we have to get you somewhere safe. Ralph has been taken and we don’t know by who, what they know, who they are, but we have to go. A car is ready and we must leave..” Carly’s face turned a pale white. She looked as if she was about to vomit all over the signature carpet in the oval office and on her fifteen hundred dollar shoes. “Quickly… please,” Abby was rushing her. Carly quickly stood up grabbed her laptop, charger, jacket and bag and rushed behind Abby. She abruptly stopped to take a look at herself in the mirror. A mess she was. She smoothed her hair back as best as she could and wiped the wrinkles from her clothes. She wasn’t about to crack. They walked through the same corridor that she stood in earlier and still there was no one at their post. No one was at the welcome desk, no one was at the front lobby. Emptiness was all. They walked into the kitchen then through a secret passage that led them to a room where it was labeled, ‘The Safe Room.’ Pictures of past presidents hung on the wall of the corridor that led to a door that had a fingerprint scan as the knob. They quickly walked through and finally reached another door where it led to a tiny garage with just one car inside. Carly struggled to get in the tiny door because she knew that her pantsuit was entirely too tight but she managed. Finally, Carly and Abby reached the car and surrounding the car were all of the secret service that Carly was used to. Only this time, they were not standing there waiting for her in their usual traditional all black attire and sunglasses. Instead they were all wearing normal clothes looking rather beat down. Jackson Matthews, the lead of homeland security was waiting by the car door. His face looked crestfallen. Like someone had just died. “Jackson..you can tell me anything.. please can you please tell me what’s going on? I need to know something.. anybody?” At this point tears were falling down Carly’s face. Everybody stared at her, unable to say anything. After moments of awkward silence as Carly continued to cry, Jackson finally spoke. “In due time, we’ll chat.” Upon this he nudged her to get inside the sleek black Mercedes and shut the door quickly behind her. She saw his face through the tinted dark windows and knew this was probably worse than she’d imagined. She had never been in this car before. Even when her husband was first elected. It looked simple but she knew better. Would they really put the Vice President in something basic? I think not. Jackson got in the driver seat, while Abby slid in next to her. And they three of them emerged from the tiny garage into a side street in D.C. They were off.  No one in the car said a word, Carly was passing the feelings of being scared she was angry now and she wanted answers.

Finally, after hours of silent driving, they reached a cabin, God knows where. Fresh snow was on the ground and the cabin was surrounded by trees and little forest creatures that you would hear about in a story tale. She was not amused. Jackson got out first and instructed them to wait in the car until the others got there and they could inspect the house and everything around it. More silence. Nothing was being said in the car, only the subtle sounds of Abby moving in her seat. Where was my cell phone? Carly thought. She’d look for it later, she continued doing as she was told. She looked out the car window looking for anybody else besides them in that car and she noticed Jackson walking back to their car after talking to someone else in another car behind her. Jackson unlocked the Mercedes and told Carly to put this bag over her head and get out the car. He said this as sweet as he possibly could to her. Carly’s heart started pounding even more, but even then, she continued to do as she was told. Why were they not telling her anything. Did they not realize that yes she was the first lady but she was also the Vice President. Where was the authority? She slipped the food lion bag over here head and got out the car. Upon doing so, she almost slipped and fell on a piece of ice, until Jackson with his big self, held his arms out to catch her. “these damn Manolo’s..” She muttered. Jackson chuckled to himself and carried her inside of the cabin. Still with the bag over her head, Carly could smell various different smells. Jackson walked around the room and placed Carly on what she felt was a chair or a couch, then he gently took the bag from around her head. “Some kind of entrance huh?” she scoffed. Jackson sat down in front of her while his men ran around the house securing everything like they always do when she and Ralph were supposed to go somewhere. Ralph.. her sweet, but idiotic husband. He didn’t know what to do and she knew that just like his true self, he was somewhere unprepared. “Can someone please tell me what is going on? Like can I finally get some answers right now? I feel like me, as the Vice President of the United States deserves some kind of fucking clarity. Especially since they’ve taken my husband.” Jacksons face fell at the remark of Ralph being gone. “Listen, Carly, we don’t have all the details but I can tell you right now what I know and it ain’t pretty. So I need you to bare with me and don’t get your feelings involved… this is business so right now I need you to be the cutthroat Carly..ok?” Carly watched Jacksons eyes. Her mother always said you could tell someone’s true intentions by how they look and their eyes. His were swelling up with tears at every word he was saying. “Okay Jack..” “So, Ralph was being walked to the podium to give his address, and suddenly everyone got some security breach and he was left by himself but he was right there at the door to the podium. I turned my back for 3 minutes and he was gone. So we’ve gathered he was taken.. kidnapped even and we have some ideas but we can’t form them right now. We’re stuck on the fact that we think that this was planned. His kidnapping was a plan. And it started from the inside.” Carly’s face and lips were bright white. Like she’d seen a ghost. Her husband. Gone kidnapped. “I’m about to vomit Jackson.” Carly said quietly. Jackson grabbed a trash can nearest to him and sat it down gently in front of her. “beep beep.” The sound of someone beeping in on the intercom filled the spacious, yet empty house. Jackson quickly and swiftly got up and rushed to the intercom. He whispered some things Carly couldn’t hear and them proceeded to allow to enter. She saw from the top of his head, it was the 


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