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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Teens
- Theme: Drama / Human Interest
- Subject: General Interest
- Published: 04/05/2021
The Man Who Would Be President
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The Man Who Would Be President
“Yes, I plan to run for President next year and, as in everything else I’ve done, I plan to win.” The speaker was Phineus Throckmorton, reputed to be the richest man in America, although you couldn’t be sure as he’d never released his tax returns. The announcement, made in the main conference room of Throckmorton’s fabulous mansion and golf course in Florida to the top executives of his worldwide company, Throckmorton, Inc., came like a thunderbolt.
“Have you thought this through?” asked his senior VP Phil Scarpetta.
“Dad, what about your business?’ asked VP Muranka Throckmorton, his daughter. “And what about Mother? Have you told her?”
“You realize all those politicians, not to mention the fake news media, will be out to get you,” said VP Gerry Horowitz, his son-in-law. “Look what they did to Donald.”
“Donald’s a wimp,” said Throckmorton impatiently. “He and his stupid tweeting. I owe it to the American people to take care of them. Donald had some good ideas but didn’t go nearly far enough. I’ll not only build a wall all across Mexico but maybe across Canada. As for those Iranians, if they so much as sneeze I’ll flatten Teheran, and the Ayatollah with it, with a nuke.”
“But how can you get the nomination with all those other loonies, uh, I mean all those loonies out there?”
“Simple, money. Money, as I found out early, can buy anything. It’s got me everything I wanted so far and getting to be President won’t be any different.”
The discussion continued for almost two hours but Throckmorton was adamant. He was going to run and be President come what may. “I want a meeting tomorrow morning in Throckmorton Tower in New York. Call Bill Gates, Bezos. Oprah and all the rest. Tell them to be there. Oh, yes, have my private jet ready to go at nine o’clock.”
After Throckmorton left, the others continued the discussion among themselves. Some were still skeptical. “I don’t know,” said Phil Scarpetta. “He has about as much chance of getting the nomination as being hit by lightning.”
“Don’t be too sure,” said Kellyanne Klein. “Look at Trump. He did it.”
“Yeah, and got impeached for his trouble. Then he lost to that dimwit Biden, of all people.”
“Well, he’s going to do it and God only knows what will happen to our country if he does get elected.”
* * *
That evening Phineus Throckmorton was in his hotel, Throckmorton Arms, talking to his mistress, Windy Wexler. “I’m sorry,” he said. “We’re going to have to end it. It wouldn’t be seemly to have a mistress in the White House.”
“Why not? What about Clinton?”
“That was an anomaly. Besides, I’m afraid my wife won’t be as forgiving as Hillary.”
“Well, I guess you’re right. It was fun while it lasted.”
“You’ll get a generous parting gift, of course.”
“Thanks, Phineus.”
* * *
Later that night Windy Wexel was in her hotel room with her lover, Smiling Jake Daniels, who was the pilot of Phineus Throckmorton’s private jet plane. “I’m afraid it’s over, Jack,” she said. “Throckmorton is dumping me; says it won’t do to have a mistress in the White House. That means I won’t be seeing you either.”
“Yeah, I heard about that. Guy wants to be President. He’s nuts but you can’t argue with all that money.”
“Well, let’s have one last fabulous night.”
“Sounds good to me.”
The night was indeed fabulous and it lasted well into the next morning.
At nine o’clock the next morning Throckmorton and a group of his subordinates were waiting at his private airport to board his private jet, but the pilot, Smiling Jake Daniels, wasn’t there.
“Where the hell is he?” growled Throckmorton.
“I don’t know,” said Phil Scarpetta. “We’ve called his hotel room but there’s no answer.”
“Can’t we get another pilot?”
“Not at such short notice.”
“Okay,” said Throckmorton. “When he shows up, Daniels is fired. Get another pilot and we’ll go tomorrow. Call New York and re-schedule the meeting. Anyway, Oprah can’t make it; she had a previous engagement to see Megan and Harry. I’m going to play a round of golf.”
The headlines the next day said, “Billionaire Phineus Throckmorton Dead.” The story below said that Throckmorton was struck by lightning while playing golf on his private golf course. Rumors were that Throckmorton was considering a run for president, but they were unconfirmed.
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