Chapter 4

“I, James Marwood, do solemnly swear... , “ the Chief Justice intoned.

“I, James Marwood, do solemnly swear... , “ Speaker of the House Jim Marwood repeated.

“That I will faithfully execute the office of President of the United States,” the Chief Justice continued.

“That I will faithfully execute the office of President of the United States,” Marwood replied.

“And will, to the best of my ability, preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution of the United States,” the Chief Justice persisted.

“And will, to the best of my ability, preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution of the United States,” Marwood echoed.

“So help me, God,” the Chief Justice finished.

“So help me, God,” Marwood answered.

“Congratulations, Mr. President,” the Chief Justice greeted him in the traditional manner.

“Thank you, Mr. Chief Justice,” President Jim Marwood answered grimly.

Now he had to run a country ... and a national campaign. His party was sure to put him in as the nominee. He’d need a Vice-President to boot, who would have to serve as his running mate in the campaign as well. That stupid bitch Montez never got around to picking a Veep, probably because she was busy screwing her cabinet officers, he supposed. Silly slut, even if she was from his own party! She was a fake Latina, anyway ... everything was fake as fuck about her. She even took credit for liberating Tibet when Selina Meyer did that.

“So ... do I get to keep my Chief of Staff post?” Candi Caruso wondered aloud, when they were alone in the Oval Office after a brief Inaugural Address.

“Sure, I’m gonna really need some help with this mess and you can do that for me, help me pick a Vice-President, that sort of thing. Any thoughts?” Marwood tried not to notice Candi’s hands wandering closer to his butt.

“Oh, I think that I can be very ... helpful to you there, and in several other ... ways, Mr. President,” Candi whispered seductively into his ear.

“Are you ... hitting on me?” the President asked Candi.

“No, I’m just checking your inseam,” Candi rolled her eyes, even as she unzipped her boss’s pants and raised her own skirt to make her offer even more brazen.

“Damn, you’re about the same age as my firstborn son ... let’s make this quick, and then we can work on picking a Vice-President! I’m doing this at least partly because I want a secret that will let me smirk back at Roger Furlong every time we meet ... something other than making it to the White House! He’ll never get any of this, will he?” Jim chuckled a bit.

“Not unless he somehow becomes President,” Candi giggled as she pushed back with her hips to take him deeper while riding him in the chair.