Maryann let go of Kira's head, and she fell on the ground.
Kira lay facing the ceiling as she gagged more, turning her dress into a mess.
Kira smelt rotten.
Silence enveloped the hall as everyone clutched their noses.
Maryann crossed her right leg over Kira while Kira lay in between her legs.
Maryann squatted as she sat on Kira's abdomen facing her.
Kira shut her eyes as she yelped in pain.
"Now listen carefully!" Maryann began "Can you hear me?" Maryann asked Kira.
Kira lay helplessly as she kept mute.
"If you ignore me, I will do the unthinkable!" Maryann declared sternly. "Do you want that?" she asked Kira loudly.
Kira shook her head as she gagged.
"My patience level is below zero!" Maryann began.
Kira nodded.
"Good. Now will you ever bully Melissa again?" Maryann asked Kira.
Kira shook her head.
"Good. Will you bully anybody in this hall ever again?" Kira shook her head.
"Melissa is my friend, so don't mess with her ever!" Kira nodded.
"Good. Because the day I catch you, bully anybody, I will make you regret your existence on earth. Is that understood?" Maryann asked Kira sternly.
Kira gagged as she nodded.
"Good." Maryann said as she stood up from Kira's abdomen, crossed over her body and walked out while the workers pinched their noses and cleared a path for her to pass.
Everyone turned in shock to face Maryann as she walked up to the counter and said to one of the servers.
"Please sir, I need two bowls of rice and shrimps with two glasses of juice for myself," Maryann said to the server.
The server nodded as he dished the food and gave her a tray filled with two full bowls of rice and shrimps and two glasses of juice.
"Thank you so much, Sir" Maryann thanked the server as she collected her tray of food.
As Maryann was about to walk out with her tray of food in hand, she turned to the server and said, "Please Sir, one more bowl of rice without shrimps and a glass of juice for Melissa," Maryann said to the server.
The server nodded as he began to dish out the food, while Melissa walked up to the counter to get her food.
Maryann was halfway there when Melissa approached her, also carrying a tray of food.
"Let's get a table and eat together" Maryann smiled as she said to Melissa.
Tears filled Melissa's eyes as she followed Maryann to a vacant table and they both sat down to eat.
The workers dispersed to their various tables.
While Kira's accomplices helped her get up and were about to take Kira out, the guards barged into the diner.
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Don and David met privately in the White House Extension.
"You called? What's wrong?" Don asked David as they sat on opposite sofas in the living room and a table demarcating them.
Tan stood behind David's sofa while two guards stood behind Don.
A server entered the living room, placed two crystal glasses filled with ice on the table, and poured whiskey into both glasses.
"About the PBP..." David began.
"I know nothing about that, just following the President's orders" Don said.
"It's about Cyril….."
"What's wrong?" Don asked.
"He's been behaving oddly lately; you know he usually consults with the council before making decisions. We adhere to the rules and execute the commands, but lately, he's been making decisions independently," David remarked.
Don defended, "He's the President, so he can do whatever he wants!"
"And the girl thief?" David asked.
"What about her?"
"She's supposed to be in prison."
"Well, the President hasn't given orders yet."
"Maybe he has forgotten?" David asked.
"Cyril knows what he is doing, just leave everything to him."
"No! As part of the council, it is our duty to remind him of some certain things he might have forgotten, so he can pay attention to them."
"Indeed, with everyone currently preoccupied with the PBP, it will be interesting to see the developments that follow its conclusion."
"After the PBP? What will become of the thief then? Will she turn into a worker?" David asked Don, alarmed.
"She is already part of a bell, and there's no two ways about it" Don said.
"How is that possible? The law was passed down, and changed in the constitution, and it was also stated that thieves were exempted from the PBP."
Don sipped his whiskey and nodded in realization.
"Okay, let the council assemble!" Don said.
David chuckled wickedly.
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The President was ready for his dinner.
The Presidential dining room was adorned entirely in gold, featuring a grand golden table at its center, flanked by several golden chairs positioned at both the head and the foot of the table.
The table was laden with an array of dishes, including both continental and local cuisine, desserts, pastries, champagne, wine, and various other edible delights.
Cyril sat at the head of the table, surrounded by a few kitchen dealers who were assigned to look after the President while eating.
A server standing beside the table picked up a gold plate and chose the meal for Cyril.
A plate of steak was served to Cyril.
Cyril dug in and ate gently.
Kenneth entered the dining room with his hands clasped behind his back, followed closely by Bobby and Solomon.
Cyril lifted his head and offered a gentle smile as Kenneth walked in.
Kenneth sat at the foot of the table and was served steak too.
Solomon and Bobby both stood behind Kenneth.
Kenneth chuckled while Cyril continued eating, not paying attention to anything.
"You don't want your assistant back?" Kenneth asked Cyril, who was eating.
"I didn't fire him either" Cyril said as he chewed on the meat gently and demurely.
"He is scared of coming to you"
"He should suit himself," Cyril said absentmindedly.
Bobby ran back and stood behind Cyril and bowed "I'm sorry, Your Excellency!" Bobby said.
Kenneth chuckled while Cyril continued eating.
"He was scared to come to you because he felt you would lash out at him for making you watch an offensive scene which he wouldn't give details about," Kenneth explained as he began to dig into his meal.
"I enjoyed the scene though," Cyril said quietly as he continued eating.
Kenneth smiled as Bobby widened his eyes in surprise and shock.
"What scene was it, Bobby, that had him so captivated?" Kenneth inquired, looking at Bobby, who remained silent and simply smiled. "I think I should watch it too. I need to be captivated," he added, prompting another smile from Bobby.
Cyril lifted the glass of wine that had been served to him and took a sip.
"Are you and Cassandra getting along?" Kenneth asked Cyril while slicing a piece of steak and chewing it.
Cyril, with food in his mouth, paused in shock and asked incredulously, "Who is Cassandra, Dad?"