by Alexis Angel
"But the fact of the matter is that when you don’t have a job, or a voice in your future, you don’t really care about that brown sludge, because that’s what you fucking feel like as a person," I say and I can tell Carter now thinks I’m going to fucking back stab him. Michael is quiet.
"I grew up in Andrews Estates," I say and some people widen their eyes. They must not have known that about me. All they knew is this oil and gas tycoon that became the youngest mayor. They don’t know this side of me. "The government paid Carter’s father for it. Then they shoved some families in there. Then they forgot about them. Checked off some boxes and moved on. I know what it’s like to feel left behind. Not part of the fucking system."
The hearing room is quiet now. You could hear a pin drop.
"You want to see a modern day equivalent of what Andrews Estates used to look like before it got torn down, come on down to Main Street in New Kingston and look at the shops that are closing. The people who wake up with nowhere to go. The kids who have both parents out of work. People with nothing to do," I say.
"As much as I agree with you, Mr. Mayor," Michael Anders says to me, nodding now and using my title. "That’s what we’re investigating today. Did Governor Carter Andrews use an environmental bill to enrich himself from special interests and cast the people of New Kingston to the fires."
He’s talking to me like I'm a fucking baby. But I keep my cool.
"So basically, in this instance, these people have only two choices, right? Because that’s what you’re framing it as. The Boltiador family factories, which will go against the environmental bill. That means they’ll be spewing out some pretty toxic shit. Poisoning the water. Salting the earth. Or economic starvation. Is that it?" I ask Michael directly. I know he’s not going to be able to answer. "When the only choices you give a group of people are to work and be poisoned, or not be poisoned and starve, you’re still not giving them any fucking options."
Everyone is looking at me like I’m a bit crazy now. I bet you’re scratching your head trying to follow along. But don’t worry. I said I’d come for a knife fight. And I fucking brought my knife.
"So if you don’t think the Boltiador family factories are a good thing, what is it you want exactly?" Mayor Anders asks.
"I want to not have to be placed in that choice for my people," I answer. "I want these corruption hearings to focus on why and how huge groups of Americans have been left behind. To understand and fucking fix what led to this situation in the first place."
Now Carter begins to nod. I think he gets it.
"I want you to ask yourself, Mayor Anders," I say, getting ready to pull out my knife. "How many times did your paper, as it was discussing my sex life, spending time attacking Senator Hawthorne for her sex life, or Carter Andrews for his…how many times did your paper even ask why these jobs were so important to these people in my town that they were willing to risk poisoning their future for them? Why were the people calling out for change in the first place?"
If possible, it’s even quieter. I am so going to enjoy twisting this knife.
"But that’s not what this government does anymore, and that’s why I ran for mayor," I say. "When faced with an issue about the environment or jobs, we focus on who had sex with who and who got bribed by who to find the bigger scandal."
Carter is smiling.
I’m going to finish this off.
"The biggest scandal in this room is that we’re sitting here talking about a good man facing investigations because all he wanted to do was help people lead a healthy fucking life. Sure, his priorities are different from mine, and we disagree about what to do in the short term, but at the end of the day we only want what’s best for the people of this state," I say and take a deep breath, making sure to draw a pose. I end it with a question. "Do you?"
Boom. The cameras start to click and the people are talking to themselves as if I’ve just unleashed the dogs of war.
The Chairman calls for order. Bangs his gavel several times. Finally, over the din, Michael manages to speak up.
"The charges of corruption are very real here, Mr. Mayor," Michael says. "Both you and Carter Andrews may have had severe lapses of judgment because of Senator Vivian Hawthorne and this may have led you to be compromised by an economic rival. You may have tried to create the exact problem you described. There is a very coordinated case of corruption here."
He’s not backing down from that. He truly believes that he can fucking get away with trying to prove Carter is corrupt, that I’m on the take, and that Vivian is a sex-fiend.
I did my bid. I tried to defend Carter Andrews. I don’t mind casting my lot with him, anyways. If he goes down, I’ll be proud to go down with that fucking guy.
Because like I said, we may disagree on a lot.
But I fucking respect him for standing up for what he thinks is best for people.
I fucking love him.
"Nothing more profound to say, Liam?" Michael Anders sneers at me. He knows he’s got me. I see Tina Ling in the audience. She gives me a wistful smile. She probably thinks she tried to warn me. Fuck them all.
"The only corruption going on here, Mr. Mayor," a voice says behind me and I roll my eyes. I know that voice anywhere. I can’t believe she had to get into this too. "Is the game that you've been playing with the voters of this state."
As much as I’m fucking worried about her, I can’t help but admire the fucking tight body of Vivian Hawthorne. That dress is wrapped around her in such a way that I can feel my cock twitch. I could fuck her right now. I wouldn’t care about any of the people here. Just put her down and bone her. Fuck everyone else. I’d be too busy sucking on those titties. Playing with that pussy.
But if there is ever one time to focus, now is it.
"This is completely inappropriate, Senator!" the Senate Majority Leader declares.
"Is it? I thought this was a corruption hearing," Vivian says walking up the aisle. "And boy do I have a story of corruption for you."
She sees Carter and I, and smiles broadly.
We’re going to be okay I think.
Fuck it, I’m actually pretty fucking sure. Because Michael has just gone white as a fucking sheet.
Vivian
"I thought this was a corruption hearing," I say as I walk up the aisle. I’m wearing my Jimmy Choo’s today—just for this. I also have my lace black La Perla thong. It's my lucky one, the one I was wearing when I first had sex with Liam. It’s a wonder he didn’t rip them off. I mean, the way he took me was like an animal. Those eyes—they were so intense. Those muscles. That huge monster cock. And then when Carter got in on the action. I swear it was like I was—wait a second. Why do I keep drifting off thinking about fucking at times like this? I need to be on point. Besides, I was saying something profound. Something that you can end chapters with. Right.
"And boy, do I have a story of corruption for you," I finish as I walk up to Carter and Liam. They both look at me and I think back to what I was just thinking and I smile broadly at them.
Michael Anders, sitting on the raised dais above me has just gone white as a ghost. All color drained from his face. He manages one final desperate play.
"Arrest that woman," Michael croaks.
"Arrest yourself," I shoot back. From here, he doesn’t look like a billionaire media magnate at all anymore. "I have a story to tell."
You remember when I had to go real quick the other day? I couldn’t tell you where I was going? Told you to cover for me?
"This committee’s time is valuable, Senator," the Majority Leader tells me as his position as Chairman of the Ethics Committee. Although in truth, he might as well just hand the gavel over to me or to Michael or even Carter or Liam. He’s lost control of these proceedings and he knows it.
"This won’t take but a moment, Mr. Chairman," I tell him. I turn around to face the audience. "In fact, we have most of the principle cast of characters in this room."
I scan the crowd. There! I raise my hand a
nd point to Tina Ling.
"We have Tina Ling, who has made no secret of the fact that she’s representing the city of Shanghai, China," I say to the audience, no longer talking to the committee. The photographers leave their spot underneath the raised dais of the Committee and go to the sides of the room to snap pictures of me pointing toward Tina. "She’s even told us her affiliation with the Communist Party of the People’s Republic of China," I finish and pause.
I look around the room. Everyone is hanging on my words. I feel some of the old power coming back.
"What she didn’t tell us is that she’s also a Managing Director of the China First Bank, Mr. Chairman," I say, whirling around to face the Committee. "And that may be okay. Unlike the United States, we can’t regulate what other jobs public officials have and they are likely going to have different rules."
Michael looks like he’s going to be sick. I think he’s figured out where I’m going.
"But where it does become a problem, members of the Committee," I say with a smile. "Is when China First Bank has a majority shareholder that’s a corporation headquartered in the United States."
This causes ripples of conversation throughout the room. A US corporation working with a Chinese corporation with ties to the Communist Party? If the public ever found out something like this, there would be a backlash.
And I’m about to cause one.
"What we didn’t know, that some will find interesting," I say, and again relish the pause that I give everyone. "Is that China First Bank is in fact owned through a series of other holding companies by none other than the same holding companies that own Anders Media."
For a moment there is nothing but silence as people comprehend what’s going on. I decide to get in the last word.
I don't think it’ll be quiet enough to talk for the next few minutes.
"For those of you who don’t get what I’m saying, this whole thing has been orchestrated by none other than that man," I say pointing a finger toward the dais. "Michael Anders, the billionaire CEO of Anders Media."
Again, for a second there’s nothing but silence. It’s a lot to take in.
And that’s when the commotion starts. It starts with a whisper. One person looking over their shoulder to the person sitting next to them. Could it be? Looks are exchanged. Glances are given. People are a bit nervous. Is it true?
And then someone whispers something. Maybe ‘I can’t believe it’ or ‘Can you imagine?’
All of a sudden the person sitting next to them chimes in. And then the person next to them has to speak a little louder. And then you hear something from the next row. But the people next to you didn’t. So you repeat it. A bit louder. And then someone hears you. And they repeat it. And you think of something. You say it, all pretense of whispering gone now.
"Order!" The Chairman shouts and bangs his gavel.
But this time, it’s no use.
The audience does quiet down a little bit as the Chairman of the Committee keeps banging his gavel, but Michael speaks up.
"Where’s your proof for these wildly inaccurate accusations, Ms. Hawthorne?" Michael asks. "How do we know this isn’t just some stunt you’re pulling to save your own career from your licentious behavior?"
And I was ready for that. This is actually where I went off to the other day when I got to the city.
"Normally, I’d have no proof, Mayor Anders," I say and people quiet down. They’re wondering if I just got them riled up as an excuse to stall. "But I got a phone call and went down to meet someone the other day."
Michael looks up as I turn to the doorway.
A tall, well-dressed young man walks in. He’s 6’ 3", well-built, and you can see that he knows how to carry himself. People know who he is, and if you were right there, you’d know exactly who he was too.
He walks up to me. Michael is even paler now as the man stops near me, and smiles up at Michael.
"Hi, Dad," he says.
General commotion in the courtroom abounds again. But he’s not mistaken. That’s Lance Anders standing next to me—the stepson of Michael Anders.
If you’re just coming into this universe for the first time, you’re probably going to need a bit of a catch up.
And it’s perfect timing, because the Chairman bangs his gavel a few more times.
"Senator Hawthorne, we all know the mayor’s playboy son, but what has this got to do with anything?" he asks. I can tell he’s a bit irritated that he isn't following along like some people. But I figure it’ll be good to fill in all the dots anyways.
"You see, Mr. Chairman," I say as I pull out some papers from my briefcase. "The paper trail that I was able to get my office to pull together after I talked to Lance and got the details about what his father did told most of the story," I say.
When he keeps looking at me, I continue. "Michael Anders, a billionaire media mogul is also serving the beginning of his second term as the Mayor of New York City," I say. "But he’s got massively negative disapproval ratings outside the city and it’s clear that once he’s done with his job as mayor – and he only has this one term left because of term limits – his options are limited."
The Chairman starts to nod. "But there’s a problem. Because of his negative approval ratings, national office is going to be hard. He can’t challenge a senior Senator, but he can sure take on a junior one. And even if that fails, he can discredit the Governor and possibly have an open option there. This was all designed so that Michael Anders would have something to do once the people kicked him out of the mayor’s office."
People are beginning to put the pieces together. I continue. "Being a woman who enjoyed sex didn’t help. Michael’s stepson, Lance, recently got married to and had a baby with his ex-wife, Jocelyn. The whole country knows. You don’t escape from something like that without raising serious questions. Michael probably views it as Jocelyn’s fault and blames all confident women."
"I see," the Chairman says, nodding. "And what about Liam Jeffries and the impeachment in New Kingston?" he asks.
I pull out some more papers. "These documents show that China First Bank received substantial payments from the local Shanghai Communist Party to bring the Boltiador Family factories over to them. They’ve been trying to sabotage this deal to build the factories in America. A discredited mayor who reached out to big business would send shockwaves through the business community. Large corporations would think twice about re-investing in American small towns again for a long, long time."
There. All the pieces are connected now. It all makes sense.
I have to hand it to Michael Anders. The guy is a diabolical genius.
But he had one fatal flaw. He allowed Lance to continue working in his company as he ran the city. Not realizing that Lance Anders was a decent human being. Sure, he had his bad boy days, but Jocelyn seems to have tamed him. That’s another story, by the way, that has its own HEA. But it’s actually quite Scandalous, and I should probably let you get to it on your own.
I’m telling you all this right now because there is no way I can talk. Tina Ling is on her feet and I see her try to slink away, heading to the door.
But it’s a good thing that the State Police are here, because they block her. Michael Anders is sitting there, frozen, unmoving.
"Order!" the Majority Leader shouts. "Order!"
After a few more bangs of the gavel, he finally gets a measure of quiet.
"Senator Hawthorne," the Chairman says, looking at me with apology in his eyes before turning to Liam and Carter. "Mayor Jeffries, Governor Andrews. It’s obvious there is more than meets the eye in this situation. I think it’s time for us to regroup and understand exactly what is going on in light of this new…evidence."
People are starting to clap and smile. Both Carter and Liam approach me, they’re beaming with grins from ear to ear.
"As such, I’m exercising my authority as Chairman of the Ethics Committee to clear you of any reason to be investigated," he says forcefully but I’m more
focused on the men around me. "I hereby end this hearing and declare no ethics have been compromised at this time!"
He bangs the gavel, but I’ve stopped paying attention. My arms travel to Liam, who is closest to me and he brings me closer. His face finds mine, and our mouths touch. I close my eyes as we kiss, tasting his tongue massage mine.
People are clapping and cheering as I back away and Carter takes me in his arms. We share another kiss and if it wasn’t for the fact that Liam turns to me and says, "We have a surprise for you back at my place," then I’d have started grabbing their crotches right there. I’m so turned on.
I don’t know how I’m going to control myself to wait till we get back home.
New York Daily Journal
From the Editorial Board of the New York Daily Journal
Dear Readers,
To date, there has never been a time in the storied history of this newspaper that the organization has had to issue a blanket apology to so many people. The Daily Journal has been known until recently for its quality of journalism that created a gold standard to aspire to.
After the events of yesterday during the Ethics Committee investigation, it became obvious that those days have slipped away from this paper.
The New York Daily Journal was purchased by Anders Media in 1995 in a cash sale. There was a clause that was written in that the Editorial Board, at any time of its choosing, could vote to separate the paper from the wider Anders Media empire if the Managing Editors were able to raise the necessary capital.
As the treacherous actions of Michael Anders were exposed yesterday by Senator Vivian Hawthorne, the Managing Editors of the newspaper met for an emergency closed door meeting. All Managing Editors were present with the exception of Michael Anders—for necessary reasons. A vote was taken to separate the paper and each Managing Editor agreed that it was the best course of action.