She Dies - Season 1 - Episode 20

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She Dies - Season 1 - Episode 20

“Please let’s go to the office.” The president said and started moving out of the hall.

Senator Mahoney followed him and in few
minutes they were in the president’s office.
The office was roomy, perfect and filled with
exhilarating scent. The president sat down,
“Please sit.” He motioned the senator to a
seat across the table.

The senator sat, “You’ve already gotten used to the office. I’m impressed.” He smiled.

“Thanks so much. It’s really challenging but
at the same time, interesting.” The president
smiled and started arranging some files on the table.

“That’s good.”

The president looked at him, “What brand do I offer you?”

“Not today,” the senator shook his head,
“some other time.”

The president nodded and rolled his seat
forward, “How’re you preparing for your
swearing-in?”

The senator placed his hands on the table,
“Nothing exceptional, but I’m really looking
forward to becoming the vice-president. The
problem is that it’s still far.”

The president smiled, “Four days is not far.
It’s almost at hand.” He arranged one more file and said, “Is everything alright? You looked like hell during the meeting.” He sat upright.

The senator said, “You observed well.” He
paused, “We need to talk.”

From the expression on the senator’s face, the president knew that whatever it was he wanted to speak to him about was serious. He became anxious, “What’s the problem?”

The senator folded his arms and shifted
forward, “It’s about your office.”

The president pressed his chest against the
table that the senator was hearing his
breathing, “What about it?”

The senator unfolded his arms, a sneering
smile resting on his face, “Williams
disappointed me and I don’t want that to
happen again.”

The president knew where he was headed. He
remembered the three conditions the senator
had given his late predecessor before he
agreed to give him his full support to the
presidency. He had made late President
Williams agree that he would be the one to
make sensitive decisions for his
administration, that half of the members of his
cabinet be appointed on his recommendation
and that Williams would be paying him eighty
million Duros every month. After Williams won
the seat, he ignored what he earlier promised
the senator; instead, he treated him like an
enemy and was determined to destroy him.
President Wilfred forced a smile, “You want me to meet the conditions you gave Williams?” A little spark of rage began to kindle in his brain.

The senator said, “Not all of them, just one.”

“What do you mean by just one?” He rolled
back a bit.

The senator said immediately, “The eighty
million Duros monthly.”

A twinge of disappointment ran through the
president, “You’re kidding, I’ll do no such
thing.”

The senator smiled and said drily, “Never
repeat the very mistake your predecessor
made.” He ran a finger through his collar,
“Williams was the biggest fool I’ve ever seen.

I made him a president and he stabbed me in
the back. I don’t appreciate being played with.

Do you intend to take after him?” His face
twisted into a vicious fury.

I would rather take after him than let you have
your way. The president thought. “That you
made Williams a president doesn’t imply I’ll become your puppet and turn my back to the citizens at the flip of your fingers.” His eyes bulged, “I can’t waste the nation’s resources on your greediness. You_”

“Have you suddenly forgotten I made you the
vice-president?” The senator was talking very fast, “Have you also forgotten the role I played when Chief Igbinedion, the former running mate to Williams died? Williams didn’t want you to become his running mate and the party’s stakeholders supported him. You approached me and I came in. I threw my
weight behind you and the party adopted you.
Was it only my weight I threw?” He shook his
head, “I threw my resources.” He accentuated the point with a finger and his voice became grating, “You sit here telling me you can’t waste the nation’s resources, what of mine
you’ve wasted?” He watched the sweat
trickling down the president’s cheeks and
smiled, “I’m not implying that you embezzled the nation’s fund, I’m only saying you give me what rightly belongs to me.”

The president, who all this while was waiting
impatiently for him to finish, sprang to his
feet, “Did I hear you say what rightly belongs
to you?” He smirked and wiped his sweat with a white handkerchief he took from his trouser pocket, “You can’t manipulate or blackmail me.

I’m the president of this country for God’s
sake and I can’t betray this nation because of your greed. You said Williams disappointed
you. For your information,” he pointed a finger at him, “I’m not only going to disappoint you but will crush.”

The senator rose slowly and tossed his head,
“That’s a good inheritance.” His voice was frustrated, “I love the trait.” He sq££zed the tip of his tie and hit his fist on the table, “You just stepped on my toes where it hurts,” a stern look passed between them, “but I
promise to make this nation ungovernable
until you meet my demand.” He smirked and
stormed out of the office.