Olivia nodded. “All of our family members have passed. We have no one to take care of Zoe. It’s why we hired a nanny in the first place. Zoe really loves you. Would you be interested in adopting her?”
Alissa stood up. “Of course. Zoe is like my own daughter. She’ll be in good hands. You can trust me.”
Olivia and Jaxon looked at each other and knew that they were thinking the same thing. You couldn’t trust anybody in this world.
Albert
There was a knock at the door. A second later, a man stuck his head in. “Are you ready, sir?”
Albert Franch, who was looking in the mirror, straightened his jacket. “Yes. I am ready for the world to see me as the President for the first time.”
“Wonderful,” The man said. “If you would follow me, please.”
Albert followed the man, staring at the back of his head. He was scrawny. Albert could crush him without a problem. He wondered if this man had been excused from voting. No, he didn’t think so. This man wasn’t important enough. He probably didn’t even know that you could be excused from voting. Of course, not just anyone could be excused. It was only the important people. Like politicians, doctors, and the extremely wealthy. No, this man would not have been excused. He must have voted for Albert, otherwise, he’d be a mess right now.
“They’re ready for you out on the stage, sir,” The man said.
Albert put on his best fake smile and shook the man’s hand. “Thank you for your support,”
The man smiled. “It was no trouble. I’m just doing what I can to help make the country a better place.”
Albert kept his smile plastered on his face. “Well, you just leave the rest to me.”
“...And now, The President of the United States, Albert Franch!” Someone out on the stage said.
Everyone started cheering as Albert walked onto the stage.
He smiled and waved at everyone as he walked to the podium at the center of the stage. “Thank you!” He said. He waited for the cheering to die down before he continued, “Thank you, everybody. I am so excited to be your new President. I am going to make this country a much better place. You better believe that.”
“Are you going to stop the executions?” A woman in the crowd yelled.
“Pardon me?” Albert replied.
“Are you going to stop the executions? That would make this country better.”
Albert pointed to the woman and turned to a few men in the Secret Service. “Arrest her,” He said. After the woman had been taken care of, Albert continued his speech. “Make no mistake, America. I am not to be messed with. I will execute anyone who thinks otherwise. Now, there’s the matter of the people who did not vote for me. As you all know, we have a huge overpopulation problem in America. These executions are only to keep the population under control. If you did not vote for me, remain in your homes. You will be picked up and brought here, to Washington D.C., within the week to be executed. That will be all for tonight. Thank you, and good night.”
Half an hour later, Albert was being led through the White House.
“Your bedroom is this way, sir. You can talk to me if you need anything. Just ask for Edwin.”
Albert stopped to examine a picture of a young woman that was hanging on the wall. She was standing in a battle stance, with two laser guns clipped to her belt. Laser guns? Hm. Those had gone practically extinct by the mid 2030s. They were really nothing but a fad. She was good looking, though. She had white-blonde hair, and gray eyes that matched the background of the picture.
“Who’s this?” Albert asked. He had never seen her in any history books or anything. Not that he had read many history books. Or any other books, for that matter.
“That’s Mia Forte,” Edwin explained. “She was President Barrow’s bodyguard and assassin for five years. She was a close, personal friend of his.”
Albert stared at the picture. “I’d like to make her a close, personal friend of mine.”
One of the Secret Service men coughed uncomfortably.
“How come I’ve never heard of her?” Albert asked.
“She worked very secretly. No one wanted the public to find out that a President had an assassin. Especially when that assassin was an eighteen year old girl.”
“What happened to her?”
“No one really knows. She was in prison under the orders of President Cordon until she found out that he had hired someone to kill President Barrow. She broke out and took her family and disappeared. No one knows where they are now, or if they’re even alive.”
“An assassin?” Albert muttered to himself.
“Would you like us to find an assassin for you?” Edwin asked.
Albert shook his head. “No. I prefer to do my killing myself.”
