Donald Grump surveyed the lavish scene that opened up before him. He held the ornate double doors wide open and took great satisfaction in what had been accomplished. The usually functional executive dining suite had been transformed into a palace fit for the wealthiest of oil sheikh's. Hand woven carpets shimmering in rich threads of gold, red and blue spread out underfoot. Table's strained under the weight of exotic fruit's and flowers. While the best of solid silver tableware and Waterford Crystal glasses added just the right touch of opulence to each setting. Exquisite lace curtain's hanging over each of the round tables offered a sense of intimacy to the assembled diners.
Making his entrance to a fanfare of trumpets he felt as powerful as any Greek God. He raised his arms to acknowledge the assembled VIPs and dignitaries and as he made his way to the top table he could hear the standing ovation that filled the room. The top table was dominated by a matching pair of velvet thrones encrusted with ruby's and emerald's. Hilary rose and offered out her hand to him as he approached and he took in the beauty of her close fitting gown and the scent of her perfume. Gently kissing her elegant hand as he took his seat, the rich sweet smells drifting in from the kitchen tantalised his nostrils and teased his taste buds in anticipation of the grand feast that awaited him.
Months of preparation had gone into this moment and nothing had been left to chance. Their two teams had agreed the terms of this marriage. A marriage that would unite the Publican and Demi-Cat parties into one super party. With Hilary at his side he intended to have himself declared President for life, thereby holding the entire world in his grasp forever.
As soon as the meal was finished he would kneel before her and ask for her hand. As agreed beforehand, she would say yes and as they sealed their contract with a long passionate kiss the fate of a planet would be cemented for eternity.
The repast was in full swing, with a string quartet straining to be heard over the excited chatter of the revellers and the chink of glasses filled with wines from only the finest of vineyards, Donald prepared to call his guests to attention. “Ladies and Gentlemen, Please may I have your........” A disturbance coming from the double doors interrupted him. A big man menaced the two security men with a large semi-automatic pistol. The crowd in front of the man parted like the sea of Galilee as he made his way to the top table. Donald Grump felt nauseous and fought to hold down his dinner.
As the man got nearer to him Grump realised who it was. How could this idiot have gotten into the banquet? It was the once popular but now forgotten President from about twelve years ago, Bill Simpleton. Over the screams of the now panicked assembly and the crash of overturned tables he could hear the man roar “Hilary, Hilary. You don't have to do this. I love you Hilary. You can't marry this buffoon.....”. Hilary rose to her feet as “Buffalo Bill” leapt over the table and swept her into his arms. She melted into his embrace and their lips met in a kiss charged with electricity.
Grump's carefully laid plan's vanished before his eye's as he saw the security team separate the couple and wrestle Simpleton to the ground. More security personnel ushered him out of the room and he realised that Hilary had remained behind to be with the man she loved.
In the ensuing days the press concentrated on nothing else. It transpired that Hilary had been a Tight House intern during the Simpleton administration and the pair had become lovers. The secret affair had continued long after “Buffalo Bill's” term had come to an end. Hilary declared that she had only agreed to marry Grump in an attempt to bring peace to the warring political parties. She had no idea how far Grump's private ambitions lay. Now that the truth had been exposed, the disgraced Grump was forced into hiding. Simpson was being lauded as a hero for exposing the plot, while she was being touted as the most promising candidate for election due to her willingness to sacrifice herself for the good of the nation.
The following year flew past in a blur of campaign rallies, a hastily arranged but memorable wedding and triumph in the poll's. Now firmly established as President of America and Europe and with Bill as Secretary of State, Hilary had time to reflect on the past. She looked at her husband and with one voice they both said “I love it when a plan comes together”. They had always known of Donald Grumps plans and had used his ambition to achieve their own.
As they say ”All's fair in love, war and politics.”
The End
-- 29 Aug 2016, 16:36 --
Sorry reader's, Of course The Red sea should have parted. No idea where the Sea of Galilee came from.
