Trumperica

The Wall

*Picture of Leona Summers above*

Leona's POV

I hummed softly to myself as I combed my long, blonde hair and pulled it up into an immaculate bun. As I looked into the mirror, I wondered what President Trump had ever done to deserve his position. 

Youth, beauty, a brain and the respect of the people. Four things I possessed that Trump never would. True, I wasn't as filthy rich as he was, but I was still a multi millionaire. And besides, I have always believed that money and power should stay separate. Not that they ever did. 

Also, I was a key part of Trump's success. I may not have been a public figure before his rise to power, but I worked my butt off behind the scenes to make his scheme a success. If it wasn't for me, Trumperica would have stayed in Trump's dreams! 

"Head Trumpist Summers?" My secretary, Diana called timidly from outside my door. "President Trump wishes to see you." 

"Right now?" I raised an eyebrow questioningly. 

"Yes," Diana affirmed. "He says it's urgent...something about the wall." 

Oh yes, the wall, Trump's idiotic dream project to keep immigrants from Mexico out. The one he used in his campaign, and which was almost a reality. 

"I'll be there in a second," I called back, slipping on black high heels and walking out the door before climbing down the richly carpeted stairs to the first floor of my mansion. 

A black sedan waited for me outside my door, along with a crowd of cheering Trumpists. 

"Get that wall built, Summers!" 

"That's our Leona!" 

"Keep those Mexicans out!" 

Trump's supporters yelled out, waving Trumperican flags and throwing streamers. I smiled and waved to them before entering the car. 

As a random Moderate drove me through the crowded streets of Trump City, the capital of Trumperica, formerly known as Washington D.C, my phone already started to ping with Twitter notifications. 

TrumpistNerdGuy: Plans for Trump's wall almost complete! @HeadTrumpistLeonaSummers going to the White House to finish the job!!! #Buildthewall #ProjectTrump

Underneath was a photo of me stepping into the car. Dang, these Twitter people are quick. 

"We have arrived, Head Trumpist," the Moderate said quickly, and I opened the door, stepping out in front of the White House. 

Several important changes had been made to the President's residence ever since Trumperica was created. Of course, the most obvious one was the flag. Instead of the stars and stripes, the purple flag of Trumperica now flew atop it. Several new gates and security checkpoints had also been built around it, to satisfy President Trump's paranoia. 

As soon as they saw my face, the two soldiers standing at attention outside the White House opened the gates. Two at a time, the sets of metal monstrosities parted as I walked through them to the entrance. 

I passed through security and into the White House without any hindrance, my face and fingerprint were coded into the security system. Finally, I stopped outside the oval office. 

Seeing me, a guard stationed outside the door took a deep breath to address the President. "Your Excellency, Supreme Ruler of Trumperica and Preserver of our Great-" 

"Who's here?" Trump snapped from inside, rudely interrupting him. 

He was too impatient to hear his own stupid title. 

"The Head Trumpist, Your Excellency." 

"Oh, send her in," Trump called, and the guard obeyed, opening the door and gesturing for me to enter. 

"Good morning, Leona," Trump gave me his signature idiotic smile when I stepped inside. 

"Good morning, Mr. President." 

"Sit down," he pointed to the chair across from me and I walked forward, seating myself on the other side of the desk that had been occupied by so many American Presidents in the past. Though I was usually quite a professional person, I couldn't help but notice that his hair, as always, looked like three baby rats had been playing tag in it. 

"I suppose Diana has told you why I called you here." 

"She wasn't very specific, sir. She only said it had something to do with the wall project. A lot of things have something to do with the wall project," I smiled. 

"That's true," Trump nodded. "I have good news, the Mexican government finally agreed to our plans. I only need your signature on the final papers before we can begin construction."

He pulled a stack of papers out of his desk and placed them in front of me. On the very last one, I saw that two signatures already filled the lines reading "President," and "Vice President." The only one that was still left blank was the last one, "Head Trumpist." 

I pulled a pen out of my purse and prepared to sign the document, when I stopped short. 

"What exactly will me signing these do?" I asked. 

"Let's see...it will give the construction companies permission to build my wall, which will keep immigrants from Mexico out, which will significantly drop the crime rate," he laughed. "The possible results are endless!" 

"Yes, of course, but what about the other project? The secret wall?" I whispered. 

"Oh yes, that," Trump nodded measuredly. "That has already been taken care of. It's been done on a direct order from me, and needs no further authorization. Highly trained engineers are already assembling the force fields that will be placed on the Canadian border. Hopefully, we will even be able to put some on the east and west coast as well!" 

"Force fields on all our borders?" I gasped, horrified. Until now, I had thought that the secret project's force fields were meant only to augment the Mexican wall, not to be walls of their own! The thought disgusted me, we would be keeping the Trumperican people penned in like animals...

"Leona, I'm going to say this quite frankly," Trump sighed. "You and I both know that there is a large number of people in this country who would do anything to get out of it. Some even pledged to move to Canada if I became President before I was even elected! What would the world think of us if there was a mass emigration out of Trumperica? It would certainly be disastrous for our reputation." 

"That's true, sir," I nodded, though inside, I deeply disagreed. 

Taking in a sharp breath, I quickly penned my signature on the documents for Trump's wall. 

"Thank you, Leona," Trump grinned stupidly. 

*Picture of Trump grinning stupidly*

"Construction will start tomorrow."

"Don't you think that's a bit too soon?" I was honestly quite alarmed by his eagerness. 

"It's never too soon to make America great again," he gave me a thumbs up. "Or I should say, it's never too soon to turn it into Trumperica.