A Gathering of Evil Bosses
Jockeying for Favor

“I’m the queen of chin jutting while I smooth my hair, attacking, insulting, and deflecting to protect my appointer.”
“Oh, please, Blondi, my hair is curled, highlighted, and longer than yours. I feature television commercials telling immigrants that we will give them a free plane ride home, and if they voluntarily turn themselves in, they will be allowed to legally apply for re-entry. It runs everywhere, and I look good in it! You can’t compete because of your blond hair. Mine is nicer, and my lips are prettier than yours.”
“How much did it all cost? Geesh, you know that everyone calls you Dog Killer, DK for short. The prez isn’t happy - you need to contain your masked murderers. Don’t roll your eyes. I’m more qualified than you, and I know what I’m talking about. I won’t be able to defend you and your dumbass soldiers for long.”
“Okay, you two, knock it off. He’s not here today, so there’s no need to try to impress. I must sit down and take a load off. Hey! I saw your glances at each other – my weight and age are off limits. You could take note of how I run this place. Grow up!”
“Susie, my fahhhther is on the line. Please pick up. Hi, ladies, carry on. Do not roll your eyes, Blondi, I’m taller and richer, so watch out. I think my kids are taller, too. Oh, here you are, Jared. Are you off to Saudi Arabia, or just returning? I can’t keep track.”
“Jared, hey, how’s it going? Katie says hi. She’s working on a new social post.”
"Stephen, the Saudis love the White House social posts, and Bannon gave a big thumbs-up to Pop about them. Pop laughs and snorts his Coke out of his nose, instead of in, when he reads them.”
“Good. Keep on that bitcoin stuff, J. Vampire Bessent needs a bit of reining in. He scares me a little, but you stand eye to eye with him. He has threatened people numerous times.”
“All right, Stevie, I’ve got your back. My sweet Ivey, I must run. In answer to your question, I’m home for a few days, but Wit and I will be heading back in a few days. You can come if you’d like. I know you need a shopping fix.”
"No, dahhhling, that’s ok. I want to stay nearby in case Daddy has another health challenge. They are watching him and pumping him full of all sorts of things. It’s amazing what you get when you’re the prez. Fahhhther is golfing again, but they keep his drugs in one of the agent’s golf carts, and the ARNP rides along too."
“Yeah, I forgot, but you mean the one in the tracksuit, right? Different color every day, and the club’s golf logo on her cap?”
“Yeah, that's her, sweetie. Well, I’m off to watch our girl play tennis. She’ll fly out to golf with Pop later.”
“What are you two still doing here? Get to work! Blondi, figure out new talking points on Biden and Obama. And you over there! Don’t pucker those big lips. I’m not impressed. The numbers are down, down, down. Get those masked rangers out there. Home Depot, Garden Nurseries. No, I don’t want to hear anything out of your pie-hole, just shut the fuck up and get the numbers up. Don’t Sir me. I don’t care. Chase them down; you have full authority. Hire some more agents. Set up tables at the high schools and outside the churches in the south. Recruit, recruit, recruit. Pete has pushed money over to you, so use it to recruit. You can receive up to a $50,000 sign-on bonus. Damn, you are giving my bald head wrinkles!”
“Stephen, Sir, the training really should be longer.”
“NO! 47 days is all they need. Then arm them, mask them, and get them behind the wheel and into the towns. All the blue states. Find those tiny towns that lean left and concentrate on them. They won’t have enough civilians to stage big protests. And, K-dogkiller, Potus likes you – I do not. So, quit blinking your eyes like you can get over on me. Get the job done, or I will see to it that you get fired.”
“All right, kids. Enough bickering. Stephen, you and I have meetings to attend. Ladies, get out of here. Do not imagine that you have the privilege to hang out here. Get back in your places and stay there until you are called. Good work. Keep it up. We’ve got your backs.”
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Comments (5)
Biting and sardonic. Characters realistic which adds to their creepiness. I can hear them talking in your writing and I want to run
Oh my, this was wild! You executed this so perfectly! There's a small typo here. I think you meant and* instead of "ad" in this sentence: " I won’t be able to defend you ad your dumbass soldiers for long.”"
This is a story that will make one think what is really going on in the country and the White House. Good job.
I hate these sort of environments, perfectly set up and described
When I read the title and so the cover. I do wonder how these women would be as bosses.?