Chapter Two: Can't Stump the Trump

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"Hello, this is Donald Trump. With whom am I speaking with?"

"Uhhh, hi Donald. This is Ted." He laughed nervously, trying not to bring out the worst of Trump's arrogance.

"Oh, Teddy Boy." Donald snickered conceitedly. "Looking for a shoulder to cry on?"

Ted rolled his eyes and sighed. "No, Donald. I thought you'd like to be the first to know I'm running for Governor of Texas."

"Oh, well that's nice to hear. But seriously, why did you call me? You're wasting my time. I have a wall to build."

"Well, since my last political campaign didn't go too well, I figured I could trust you to help me redesign my new one. Ya know, since you basically nabbed the nomination like it was no big deal."

"You know, Cruz. . .I know we didn't get along too well on the campaign trail. But since you're no longer my competition, I guess I could do you a favor."

"That sounds great, thank you. So...uh...when are we gonna figure this out?"

"I have a bunch of conference calls today, so I can't do this over the phone. I'll have a plane chartered out to pick you up tomorrow. Be at the Dallas airport at 9am."

"Alrighty. See ya soon." Ted hung up, looking out the window one last time. He'd worry about choosing his next murder victim later. Right now, he had to pack.

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Back in his office at Trump Tower, Donald smiled to himself. He actually didn't have any conference calls today. It was a Saturday, after all...things were slow. But he wanted nothing more than to see Ted again, just the two of them. . .

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