Susan Korrel barely paid attention to the flat screen televison set playing in the office of her patroness the junior Senator from New York.
Until someone said, “who’s that?”
Susan looked up to see the image of an old nemesis shaking hands with the acting British Prime Minister. The television set was showing the Fox News Channel’s coverage of President Bush’s arrival in the United Kingdom.
“That’s Tom Makepeace,” said Susan, “he was Urquhart’s foreign secretary.”
“No,” the other staffer said with a tone of annoyance, “who the guy shaking hands with him.”
“Doctor John Andrew March.” Said Susan with a discernable tone of anger. “Formerly of the Collage of Saint Anthony, presently the Republican Governor of Minnesota. He’s Urquhart’s nephew.”
It was at this point that Hillary Rodham, the junior Senator from New York, interjected herself into the conversation.
“You’re angry at him.” She said. “Why?”
Susan decided to answer the question with a more level tone of voice.
“He’s the only teacher I had in my entire life who ever gave me the grade of F.”
“What for?” Said Hillary.
“For speaking the truth.” Susan replied. “For standing up for the helpless and underprivileged. But as far as he was concerned I was only a robot who was parroting ‘Marxist trash’ and that I should pull my head out of my ass!”
Hillary was shocked.
“He actually said that?” She asked.
“Yes.” Said Susan. “He also told me that the only way that I could undo the fail grade was to write a paper comparing the platform of our party with that of the Nazi Party.”
Eyebrows went up and jaws dropped throughout the room.
“That,” said Susan, “tells us what he really thinks of our party and progressives in general.”
Another staff member spoke up.
“How could he have been elected Governor... of Minnesota?”
“The God-squad and the other fascist filth love him.” Said Susan. “And I’m certain that he’s started his own American branch of the Urquhart Machine.”
Hillary leaned back in her chair. She was firmly convinced that the late Francis Urquhart was the initiator of the chair of events that forced her husband into a New York state mental hospital and caused her to drop her married name in order to continue her quest for the American Presidency. Nothing short of her own death would stop her from obtaining her ultimate goal. She had hoped that she would use her power as President to bring down Urquhart and his regime. Taking down Urquhart’s American nephew would be almost as satisfying.
“So.” Said Hillary. “What else do we know about him?”
Another staff member, Emily Redmond, spoke up.
“He’s hosting the Republican National Convention in Saint Paul.” She said. “And there’s rumors that some of their candidates are thinking of asking him to take the VP slot on the ticket. We’re certain that he will meet with Senator McCain after he returns from London.”
Crushing them in the upcoming general election would just be the start. There was so much more that could be done once the Justice Department was back under her control.
It was once said that revenge was a dish that best served cold. This was sensible advice but Hillary, being a proper Democrat, would insist on ignoring it to her peril.