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Five-Minute fiction - 23:16-23:21

I think there might be an issue,; Rourke said as she peered in through the door.

Oh? And what has happened now? Thrope said without looking up.

The President is on the comm.

President? What president? Thrope said. He looked up in some surprise at Rourke. We dont owe anyone money do we? I mean, someone important of course.

No, sir. Its not the president of any corporation. Its the President. The one of the Union.

Oh, Thrope said returning to the paper work that littered his desk. Well, respectively mind you, decline whatever he wants us to do. Im not getting back into bed with those maniacs. Not again.

Is that so? the man said as he pressed in past Rourke and strode into the room.

The President of the Union was an immense man. Not fat, few people in the Union were fat, the ones who could afford it paid to have any excess weight surgically removed, and the others, well, the others just tended to starve to death. But he was immense, not only in stature but in presence. He filled