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"Your father would have been so proud of you." Kaia smiled and kissed the new President. Steven collapsed into the french chair behind the President's desk, "He liked me?" "Of course. He just had a lot on his mind and you were kept separated in case of an assassination attempt." Kaia spoke softly as she placed the secret folder before him. "Jesus. The Briefing." his father had spoken about it in hushed whispers. The folder was not sealed. It had a knowledge lock in its papers. Only the President's bloodline could read it. Steven turned the blank pages slowly reading each one. His hand trembled on the final page... "What is it?" the Secretary of State, Kaia, felt she had a right to know. Steven looked up at her with slit serpent eyes and slowly shut the folder. "I want a meeting of the arm forces. There is an emergency." his voice was horse. Kaia looked over to her assistant Amal, "Make the call." "I need a red heifer and 5 virgin Macedonian girls of the Temple of Athena." Steven wrote down a list as he spoke. Kaia snapped her fingers at her assistant. Amal whispered, "Are there any vestal virgins?" fearful of an execution. "Yes, at the Temple of Athena." Steven replied .. The assistant ran out the Oval Office. "A stone alter must be made of granite and be placed in the middle of twelve pillars with stone a top so as to make a ring." Steven continued. "Like Stonehenge." Kaia remarked... "Exactly." Steven sipped his bourbon. The President spoke with the global corporation "World Peace" and acquired a highly rated afternoon broadcast. His generals were pleased with the President's bold propaganda and applauded him in the War Room. President Steven Trump would exceed his Grandfather's fame. Reflections~ How does the titlark know how to build such an intricate nest? 236 632 V |