Affairs, Money, Projects, and Sheep.

Election Night.

Sitting in his office, with only the dim light from his computer giving radiating just a bit light to his face, making his poors, wrinkles, and dark spot more visible than any other part of his face. To walk in and see his face at the time would be utterly terrifying. People could possibly compare his face to some type of evil villain that was sitting in a dim light room with their legs crossed, looking like they are ready to say, "I've been waiting for you." Though that wouldn't be even close to what he looks like at this moment.
It was only 6:30, and he was staring down at the few states with their polls already closed, "Red, red, red, red, blue, blue." he mumbled. He had already had an upper hand, but, oh yes, the "Red Mirage." Kamala could have an upper hand later, though a predatory grin appeared on his face, remembering the tampering he had already done with the votes.
"Oh--Donny-" said a voice outside of his office, then walked in James. Donald grumble, looking up from his computer. James flicked on the light and pranced like a dog, knowing they would get a treat if they went back inside to Donald.
"What." He once more grumble, as James slammed "Project 2025." On his desk.
"Wanna go over it together?"
  "No, I'm busy." Donald said, looking back at his computer, refreshing the screen to see he's won over a few more states, but Kamala had too. It made Donald feel like the world didn't cater him. It made him feel unseen and small. Melania chuckled while walking in. She knew his masculinity was being threatened. She loved it. The depressing and sourful look on his face, though with his masculinity being threatened, also meant him being sourly. Being aggressive for no reason, yelling, commanding, trying to affect your ego just because his was affected.
"Oh great," Donald said, annoyed. "Look who's here." Melania rolled her eyes and slid a letter over to him on his desk.
  "Be grateful i didn't burn this one." Melania said before walking out. James leaned against Donald's desk, trying to appear more feminine to him, to get his attention.
"What is it, Donny?" James asked.
  "It's from Putin---"