The four guys just finished watching on TV the worldwide news. It was outstruck-ing of what Priyanka did. The simple, smart and quiet girl turned savage overnight. A lot of people still wonder about what she said to the media and press if they were all true. They wouldn't suspect the Chadwick, a noble and wealthy family with gentle attitudes to do such a thing. It's still very hard for some citizens to admit her story, while some believed it instantly.
Many women who were already victims of the Chadwick' sons went to their pages and posted a video of them crying and confessing how much the men hurt them and how Priyanka was right. Whereas, some of them posted a short clip of the Chadwick' sons sextape. It was humiliating, shameful and embarrassing to the extent that, the Chadwick family and those who knew them well and those who's names were mentioned by Priyanka, all couldn't withstand the embarrassment. They hid their faces in their house, even though they were innocent.
Youths, old and adolescents stood by the big gate of the white house, holding little billboards of protests. They hover around, yelling, shouting and insulting the president and his family. The main guards and security came out and usher them to leave but they refused. They linger around the environment, screaming how they wanted the president and his family to be booted out. Some on the other hand, protested that they want Priyanka to come rule them as the president of their country.
It was a tough rally. The streets, towns and cities were filled with people protesting. Ben was too scared to go out. He doesn't want the people to shoot him or stone him to death. He asked all his guards and men to keep everywhere sealed. He told his son and family members and subjects not to step out of their various homes.
But, Justin was already at work. His friends were with him and they shut themselves in Justin's office. The employees and staffs also took their protest in the company – especially haters. Some citizens where outside the building, throwing stones at the glass windows. They destroyed the luxury cars packed in the garage, some fought with the security men and broke in, destroying laptops, system units and desktops.
Commotion everywhere. Noise pollution covered the entire region against the issue. "God! I'll kill that girl!" Justin yelled. He was frustrated. His friends sat on the couch, helpless. His cousin pace about, thinking of what to do. "She is your ex. You have to do something about it." Max blamed him.
His red eyes went to his cousin. If he's not careful right now, he might start the murder on him. "Max, watch your tongue. Watch it."
"I don't get it. Or what are you gonna do cousin brother? Huh?" Max pushed him on the chest. "I got humiliated because of you! You brought that bitch into this family and now….." Before he could end his words, Justin gave him a sharp punch on his jaw that made him swirl and fall.
Tristan and Harry quickly got up to stop the fight but it was too late. Justin was already on his cousin brother, giving him the beating of his life. Max too won't stop there. He made sure he dealt with him even when he's underneath him.
"Guys stop!" Tristan tried to conjure the issue. He has never seen these two brothers fight before. One thing interrupted the fight and that was the loud notification sound of their phones. "Jesus Christ." Harry gasped after getting a cool video of his sextape posted on air. The others opened their phones and got theirs too. Justin's video was the clearest. Everything was visible to the eye sight. His sex video with his wife at the hospital during the accident thing six months ago linked out. Max got his hot sex tape of him and Claudia having sex in his sitting room. Tristan with Francesca in the balcony and Harry with a woman at the back hood of his car, broad day light.
The four men looked at each other, eyes and mouth wide open in shock. They were stunned and tongue-tied. One thing crosses their minds.
Who posted this?
Evening of it, the board of independence national electoral commission, sent for Priyanka. When she appeared, "Please sit." The head board offered politely. She did obey with a light smile. Her brother Purab came with her just Incase the Americas dares to try something stupid, he'll tell them he's an Indian boy that doesn't takes last.
They talked about a few things. An offer coming from them but Priyanka refused. "Am sorry, Sir." Since they were all men. "I can't really do it. I don't think I have the faith and mind to."
"Think about it, Ms. Abhishek. It is a good offer. It will transform your life too." One of them insisted. Priyanka looked at her big brother. They whispered something for a while then she came up with an answer. "Bring it on."
Five days interval, a new transformation was made as some men evacuated the Chadwick' out of the white house. Tristan, Harry and Max parents got an house arrest that following day after the boards decided. As for Justin's parents, they were locked up in prison. It was a frustrating disaster on that day. The announcement of a new intake and occupier was announced a day before.
Staffs of the house brought in new boxes and luggages of stuffs into the mansion. New arts were added, new changes were made. The four men where held captive in a guard room until the new intake shows up.
Priyanka liked what she see around her. Beautiful frames, fish pot – it reminds her of her past as a mermaid. She trail her finger around the rim of the glass as she greeted the little golden fish "Hello." Her accompanies whom came with her followed her as she moves around, examining the entire place. Her brother Purab, her mother Urumi and her sister Mitali were still taking a view at the garden.
Fortunately, she can't believe she's gonna be the one ruling for a little tenure. It's like a dream. Never have she thought of herself as the president or head of the country. It's so unbelievable! Just one word she said on air and they offered her something massive like this? It was already made known to the people who was coming to take over. They were told it's gonna be a surprise.
But come to think of it. We know politics is a dirty game but is it meant for ages like Priyanka or is it a 'wake and see' kinda thing? She will partner with the previous vice president of the country during her tenure.
She nodded her head with a satisfying smile, "I love the color of the walls and the picture of arts. I love the golden fish too and the spray paint of the handrails of the staircase." Her accompanies smiled, knowing she loved everything without complain was a relief for them.
"Your excellency, do you mind if I show you to the various parts of the house?"
"Sure!" She followed him. The head of the men took her all around the various parts of the mansion. About twenty hefty bodyguards on black tuxedos accompanied her behind, including Desmond. They took the elevator to the second and third floor. "Ma'am, let me show you to the servants lounge." The man invited when they got back to the first floor.
Meanwhile, an argument of war elaborated the servants' lounge. "I ask again big man, take me out of this place." Justin yelled at the tall hefty guy that stood his way like a tower. He got locked up in the guard room with his friends some while ago and now, they took them to the servants lounge and told them they'll be working as staffs now.
"This is total madness." Harry hissed. He left the wall he was leaning on and walked towards them. "We are supposed to be your bosses and not your staffs."
"The instruction didn't come from us, sirs." The big guy said.
"Then who?" Tristan losing his patients, freaked out.
The big guy turned his head towards the clans approaching them and said, "From the higher table, her excellency, president Priyanka Abhishek."
Priya – what the fuck? The four guys followed the big guy's gaze at a time. Who they saw and was acknowledged to be the president was still very much confusing to them. They still don't understand. Maybe they misquoted him.
"Is there a mistake somewhere?" Justin asked, his eyes still focused on the dashing woman on white turtle neck body-hug. Maybe there is a mistake somewhere.
She stopped right in front of him. His friends standing few inches apart from him as they stare at her in confusion. "Hello, Mr. Chadwick. From today you'll be my personal assistant. Is that clear?"
Personal – " You must be mad and out of your senses, Priyanka." He gritted his teeth. He felt like crumbling her into a small piece of paper. But same time…..he felt like kissing her little plumpy pink lips that attracts and draws his attention whenever he's with her. It's been a long time since he last got a taste of her lips. And seeing her small stature in front of him makes him wanna grab her into his arms.
Did he just insulted her? Did he just insulted the president of America? She turn her head to one of the men beside her and he gave Justin a dirty slap on his face.
"Jesus Christ!" The guy held his face, his eyes and mouth open in agape as his eyes went from the guy to Priyanka. His friends who stood behind him jolted for the action that just took place. But Justin won't give up, he clenched his teeth, jaw and fist. "You don't know who you're messing with, Priyanka. I'm very much different from how you use to know me in the last six months."
"Oh," She poke one finger, "How I used to know you? Ha ha, it doesn't make any difference from how you are now. A lying retarded beast, a cheat, a fonicator, a fuckboy and player, etc – that's who you are, Mr. Justin Chadwick."
Justin took a step forward so he could show her a piece he was made of but then, one beefy guy from no where, grabbed him on his shoulders and lifted his feet from the ground. Justin obviously looked like a little baby in the hands of his papa.
"Take him to the drilling room and give him 34 lashes of the cane." Before Justin could talk, she added. "And mind you and your friends, Justin. You guys no longer have access to your bank accounts. You're my employees and I am your boss. So be it." The big guy took Justin away, it was really embarrassing and disrespecting to see that the 'to be known boss' was strictly carried away by his own staffs. She makes a command and it stands. She faced the other three and said, "Harry, you'll be my chauffeur from today henceforth. Tristan, my cook, your girlfriend Francesca isn't home yet but when she comes, she'll be my maid. Max, my servant. And if you want to refuse my order, then you'll likely want to join your friend in the red room." She smiled and left. Her men followed her. Justin's loud screams was heard everywhere in the premises. The whip of canes sounded like the whips on a horse.
Harry, Max and Tristan had no choice. They wanted to talk to her about the sex tape and their parents under arrest if she might have a hand in it. But they were too scared to ask. They don't want to join their friend wailing in hell.