Emails.

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     The Oval office was coated in a bitter silence, Donald stares at his computer screen. He was drowning in emails from multiple sources. Some about some new scandal, others in accordance to his office duties that he has yet to fulfill. Scrolling through the emails, he releases a sigh into the silence. "Donald, you have a visitor." The booming voice of a security guard breaks the silence in the room. Looking up from his computer, Donald gives a nod to allow the unknown visitor into his cave. In through the white doors, a woman in a red dress and heels. His eyes widen at the site of his former political rival. The smirk creeping over the 68 year old's face gave an uneasy feeling to the 70 year old president. Reaching his desk, Hillary hisses. "Hello Donald." His hands clenched to his desk chair. "Oh, no need to get so tense... I'm only here to make amends." Walking around the large safety shield, Hillary sits upon Donalds side of the desk. "I always was so jealous of Melania..." Donald begins to tense up, Hillary snickers. "I could never beat her..." Reaching over, grabbing hold of his mouse, Hillary slides the cursor across the screen. Clicking the select all emails.

     "Hillary..." Donald whispers, lust fills his eyes as he watches the 68 year old blond.

     "Donald..." Hillary responds with lust, pressing delete. Donald exhales into the air, laying his head back. "Now that, that's out of the way..." She devilishly smiles pushing off the desk, leaning forward. "Till next time Donald..." Her lips lock onto his, pulling back, she walks her way out of the room. The faint click of her heels could be heard till the room fell silent once more. 

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