"GREETINGS, FELLOW PEOPLE OF OUR FAIR NATION!” 

“WOOOO GO STACY!”

“WE LOVE YOU, STACY!” 

“STACY FOR PRESIDENT!” 

The peasants cheer for me loudly and unruly, as expected from dirty, uncivilised people, but unfortunately, it was the type of riff-raff that I needed to appeal to if I wanted to be re-elected for mayor once more so I could claw my way up the ranks and finally campaign for the presidency. 

“Thank you, thank you! It’s great to have such a great and diverse group of people in our audience today!” There should have been more of these bottom feeders here to shower in my greatness and show the world they’d be fools to stand against me with support this powerful! 

No, instead only about seventy true supporters arrived and I had to waste my hard-earned money to hire a bunch of losers who would do anything for a buck—truly vile vermin that sickens me to have to deal with daily. 

“As you know, thanks to my leadership, along with the help of my wonderful and empowered elected officials that you have graciously helped vote into office,” more like a bunch of snakes I wish could shoot in the back of the head. “We have made this city one of the greatest and safest in the country, nay! The world!” 

“WOOOOO YEAHHHH STACCCCY!” 

That’s right, eat it up, peasants. It makes me sick to have to praise these maggots, but at least they are dumb enough to believe such obvious bullshit. 

“But we still have more to get done, and we can’t do it without you!” unfortunately. “I know we are still struggling economically now, even with the current policy in place easing the load, but know that if you elect me once more, I’ll fight tooth and nail to bring the prices and taxes down and make our fair city the perfect paradise it deserves to become!” 

The crowd cheers; granted, most of them are nothing more than paid actors doing their job, but a few of the gullible worms cheered for the unrealistic promises. 

“Unlike my opponent, Mr. Francis, who is more concerned with wasting the tax payers money on late-night parties and downing down as many illegal substances as he could fit in his mouth!” Thank God my migraine prevented me from attending that party; otherwise, that would have been the end of my campaign. “Your hard-earned tax dollars will go towards your child’s education, along with fixing the roads and making sure our emergency departments are well funded so you can all sleep well at night knowing you are safe and sound under our leadership!” 

It would be a cold day in hell if I allowed all that money to go to these peasants since they would just trash such services.

Once again, the crowd cheered like the obedient seals they are...That was until a rowdy piece of shit decided to speak up. 

“SO WHY WAS IT OKAY FOR OUR TAX MONEY TO GO TO YOUR THIRD MANSION THEN!?” 

A loud, obnoxious voice echoed amongst the many cheers, causing confusion within the crowd as they looked around to see where the voice came from. 

I wish I knew who leaked that information on my mansion so I could have them sleep with the fishes; thankfully, the paid dogs happily did their bidding. “MS STACY WOULD NEVER DO SUCH A THING! THAT IS NOTHING BUT MISINFORMATION SPREAD BY THE TROLLS!” 

“That citizen is correct!” Thank God for that peasant; now I can use this to turn the heckler's words in my favour. “I’d never waste my own citizens hard-earned money on such luxury items. Such baseless attacks like this are why we must do more to stomp out the spreed of misinformation online! Otherwise, such defamation won’t just target people like me, but hard-working people like you as well!” 

“THAT’S NOTHING MORE THEN AN EXCUSE TO SILENCE THE VOICES CALLING OUT YOUR CORRUPTION!” 

“STOP LYING! THOSE DOCUMENTS WERE PROVEN REAL, AND YOU CAN’T KEEP DENYING IT ANY LONGER!” 

“ONLY ONE SPREADING MISINFO HERE IS YOU!” 

Shit! 

This only made things worse as more hecklers began to speak up! 

Ungrateful little shits thinking they can tell me how to run this city when all these peasants know how to do is handle garbage and flip greasy burgers! So what if I got myself that mansion with the tax payers money? I deserved it for having to deal with these low lives on the daily! 

“Alright, enough of that now! There is no need for such aggressive language, so please let’s return to our civil discussion about how we can improve our city for the better.” Why the hell are the lapdogs just staying silent now, and where is the security to escort these noisy flies away?

Don’t care if it looks bad; we’ll just have the media spin it in our favour and make these peasants look like terrorist extremists! 

“YOU MEAN LIKE HOW YOUR ADMIN UPPED THE MORTGAGE AND HOUSING PRICES SO NO ONE CAN AFFORD TO BUY A HOUSE OR PAY OFF THEIR CURRENT LOANS!?”

“HOW ABOUT YOUR SOFT ON CRIME POLICY THAT HAS LET PEOPLE OFF FOR THEFT AND EVEN MURDER!?”

“NOT TO MENTION HOW YOU CUT THE SCHOOLS FUNDING IN HALF AND NOW THE KIDS AND TEACHERS ARE PAYING THE PRICE!?”

The heckling just wouldn’t stop with more and more of these termites joining in and drowning out the people we paid to sing my praise. 

It was then that it dawned on me that most of the people who weren’t paid to be here are not my supporters at all; they were my detractors who had managed to slip through like pathetic little ants so they could catch me off guard. 

Everything had quickly gotten out of hand, with the paid actors only making things worse by physically antagonising the detractors, which would no doubt be caught on camera with the detractors somehow not fighting back and continuing to focus on yelling at me. 

If those ants would have thrown hands, then we could manipulate the footage to make it seem like they were the aggressors to the general public. 

“...Alright that’s enough for the day!” I ended the press conference prematurely, a move that I knew would bite me in the ass later, but it was my only option and it was better to get the hell out of here now in case a brawl breaks out and something like a glass bottle flies my way. 

I could hear the people scream in anger, ready to tear me apart like the savages they are, but I made sure not to even give them a curtsy glance while the security guards surrounded me in all directions as they escorted me safely into my bulletproof limo. 

Escaping from those filthy peasants 

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“WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT BARTHOLOMEW!? I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU VETTED EVERYONE TO MAKE SURE THEY WERE MY SUPPORTERS AND WOULD CLAP LIKE DUMB SEALS!!!” 

Safe in my limo and far away from all the riff-raff, I gave my no-good monkey assistant an earful for fucking up yet again. 

Last time this prick had me read to no good snoot-nosed kids, and one of them left a booger on my coat that circulated online the whole week despite the pressure we put on the social media sites to scrub it from the internet, and now this!

“I-I’m so sorry, mam! W-We were sure they were your die-hard supporters.” 

"WELL, YOU DIDN’T DO YOUR FUCKING RESEARCH PROPERLY THEN! CAUSE SOMEHOW YOU LET A SMALL ARMY OF THEM BREAK INTO MY SPEECH AND NOW THIS IS GOING TO SPREED WORSE THEN THE BOOGER STORY!” 

“I-I’m so sorry, Mam..” 

A sigh leaves me after hearing this man’s shrieking and pathetic voice. I would fire this monkey on the spot if the threat of him going to the independent media to claim I fired him for discriminatory reasons wasn’t so great. "Look, what’s done is done.” A heavy sigh leaves me as I pour a glass of champagne into the biggest of my glass cups, lighting up a much-needed smoke to try and calm myself down. “You have all the major news outlets on standby to paint me in a positive light, right?” 

“Y-Yes mam! Already organised and paid them off handsomely for it!” 

“Made sure to use the taxpayer's dollars, right?” 

“Of course, Mam! I wouldn’t think to do otherwise!” 

“Excellent.” I take another puff of my smoke and blow it out the window. “Make sure they paint them as some sort of extremist group and get the people at the lab to analyse the footage to find each and every roach there so we can punish them accordingly.”

“Will do, Mam!”

“Fantastic, just remember if you fuck this up as well, then it’ll be your head on a pike! You hear me!” 

“L-Loud and clear, mam! I won’t fail you again!” 

Yet one more sigh leaves me as I hang up on the little freak and pray that he doesn’t screw up any further. 

My approval ratings are already in the dumps, and I have too much bad blood with my own party members to have them help boost my numbers or even attempt to rig the damn vote. 

I can’t even enjoy my early retirement and live off my pension if I do lose, even with my bodyguards. I’ve made too many enemies to get where I am today, and I know a few people who would take advantage of my dwindling relevance to try and take me out once I’m out of the public eye. 

Why can’t these pathetic peasants just do as their told and vote for me?

“Mayor Suzy, where would you like me to drop you off?”

Jon, my loyal driver, opened the window to ask, taking another swig of my champagne before answering. “Just take me back home.” I rest my arm on the open window sill, gazing outside to see the worthless ants wasting precious air space. “I need some time away from all the crap.” 

“Will do, Madam,” he said, rolling up his window once again and leaving me to my lonesome.

No point lingering on shit out of my control; the best thing to do right now is to forget all these troubles for a while and just relax…That was if this sudden flicking noise didn’t appear out of nowhere to further irritate me.

“...You were quite the popular lady today.” 

“W-what?” suddenly a strange voice spoke to me out of nowhere, one that didn’t sound anything like Jon, more like a mix of a man and a woman yet all fucked up and demotic. 

Not only that, but the voice sounded as if it were right next to me, so it wouldn't have been Jon speaking to me!

“Quite the nice ride you have here, a pretty luxurious and expensive vehicle for someone who likes to boast about using her money to help the people.” 

I-I must be really out of it and hearing things...There is no way in hell someone is talking to me right now! 

With much caution, I turn my attention over to the seat next to me, and to my horror, some hooded vandal somehow snuck his into the vehicle!

“W-WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!?” 

“M-Madam are you alright!? 

“DOES IT LOOK LIKE I’M ALRIGHT!"I don’t know what Jon's problem is; how could he not see the issue the moment he opened his window and looked over to me? “WE HAVE AN INTRUDER IN HERE! PULL OVER NOW SO WE CAN GET HIM OUT OF THE CAR!

For some reason, he didn’t do as I commanded; instead, he looked at me as if I had lost my mind and was about ready to jump to him and pull the car over myself...That was until he said something that shocked me to my core. “Madam…

No one’s there

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