When Kings Tango

Chapter 1: Prologue

It was 4 am on a Tuesday morning. Sun had not yet filtered through the window. I saw the rain pattering against the cobblestone tiles through the penthouse window of my luxury hotel. I sighed and rolled my chair backward, grimacing at the amount of paperwork I had yet to complete. Election time was always vigorous, and this year was no exception.

In the midst of my hazy contemplations, I rose abruptly from my chair and hit my knee on the underside of my mahogany desk, sending me flying into my mountain of paperwork. Unable to stand back up, I rolled onto my back and groaned. The phone rang shrilly, abruptly shaking me out of my existential crisis.

"Mr Biden, sir. This is Grimace McFlurry, your campaign manager. I've called you to inform you that I've signed up for a press conference tomorrow at 4 pm." Absolutely not. I remained silent and waited desperately for him to say it was a joke.

"It's close to campaign time, and I believe this might be incredibly beneficial to your current political standing."

After a few more seconds of silence, I sighed deeply as I mentally steeled myself to respond.

"Send my driver the location then. I'll see you at 4 tomorrow."