THIRD PERSON POV:
A slightly chubby man walks into the room via the door.
On the floor is a rug bearing the crested American emblem.
On the walls are portraits of past presidents of the States.
(Your guess is as good as mine. The White House!).
He usually does a quick salute as his gaze falls upon the emblem, but this time, he didn't give a shit.
He walks up to the seat behind the magnificent table, which is also customized to the American emblem.
Behind the chair are two American flags.
Grand curtains shields the room from excess light coming from outside.
Needless to describe the exquisite but simple furniture gracing the room with it's presence, the man sits on the table.
He makes visible, his back to the entrance.
He slams his hand on the table he is sitting on.
"Those bastards. Not much longer, and I'll tear off these leashes on me!".
A woman walks into the room.
"Mr. President, the press....!".
"Get out!".
She shudders at the tone of his voice.
"Ye... ye... yes, sir. I'll... I'll be sure to cancel...!".
"Now!".
She scampers away in fright.
He sits on the chair. He creased the skin on his forehead repeatedly.
EARLIER IN THE DAY
People are seated in the room. It has a round table setting with a little demarcation on both sides.
A seat is situated in only one of the demarcation.
It was still vacant; in fact, the only vacant seat in the room.
The occupants were discussing from side to side in low tones.
Soon, a part of the wall turned through halfway.
A man walked in through the aperture.
Silence reigned as the wall completed its orbit.
He walked to the vacant seat.
He gives a smouldering stare to everyone in the room.
"The 7049th meeting of the Wicca is hereby commenced!".
Silence!
"To the agendum of the day! Alexander Welshman, step forward!".
A man from his right walks to the floor.
He stretches forth his hand.
He kisses the ring in his possession.
ALEXANDER POV:
I vomitted in my bowels as I bowed once again to that bastard.
I looked up the most falsified smile I could muster.
"Lord Wiccian, your grace is ever abounding!".
"Spare me the false testimony. What do I hear you are about to do?".
I feigned ignorance.
"I don't quite understand, my Lord! I have many plans in...".
"Save me the pretence. What are you about to release to the public today?".
"Oh, that. It's just a little technology to better the lives of my subjects, my Lord".
"I don't care about your subjects. My concern is the idea behind the 'little technology'!".
"Nothing more than the welfare of my people is top on my mind, my Lord".
"It has come to my notice that you hope to succeed where your predecessors have failed. I warn you, if I find it true, you'll vacate that seat with immediate effect!".
"But, my...?".
"Silence!".
"Any more improper conduct from you will lead to severe punishment!".
His tone made everyone to shiver.
I gritted my teeth bitterly.
'I was the fucking president of the US!' my inners screamed.
I regretted asking for their help to become ruler.
Now, I've become a puppet- president.
"I want you to know that your family is safe for now. Your dear heir is in Copenhagen, isn't he?".
My eyes bulged in fear.
He smirked in relish.
"I just thought it wise to inform you about the consequences of your actions, my dear compatriot".
Soon, fire burned in the air near him. A note emerged as the end product.
He peered into the note. He creased his brows on downloading the contents.
"I have business to attend to. Lady Dridella, finish the meeting on my behalf!".
She stood up and bowed.
"Yes, my Lord!".
He left the same way he entered.
I returned to my seat.
The meeting finished peacefully as it wasn't supposed to be.