Morning broke, and inside Tina's bedroom, she phoned Jeremy while everyone has gone asleep. She sat down on the Queen's bed, poured down the Caviar wine, and sniffed in the elegant scent. Tina enjoyed the luxury as she was enjoying the smooth flow of things.
At the motel, every protester she stored in was killed. They're all rotting in the ground now, or even at the fire, burnt and charred down to their bones. Tina wouldn't be any happier to accomplish task by task, knowing that every day was such a bright day to review all of the things she achieved.
As the president of the country, Tina followed a strict schedule since the electoral win. She has been doing that routine for many years—to be exact, everyone called her a dictator from this point—and not even passing the crown to the next family in line.
