Line of Succession {CONTINUING DEVELOPMENT}

Chapter 1: The Day Before

She remembers it all like it was yesterday.

It is still fresh in her mind.

The gunshots on the TV. The screams. The Secret Service agents running into her room.

Her head was spinning. Spinning because she was so confused.

Confused about where she was going, or where she going next.

The agent telling her she was going to become President.

Walking into the East Room, and seeing the judge.

She knew. She knew she was going to become the next President of the United States of America; the most prestigious and powerful office in the entire world.

This is the story of how Jessica Garcia became the 50th President of the United States of America.

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It is September 21st, 2047, in Washington D.C. The early morning sunrises up on the horizon, against the D.C. skyline, the sun shining on the United States Capitol building and the White House. Making them look heavenly. Jessica Garcia, the 49th First Lady of the United States, wakes up on her side of the bed in the Presidential bedroom. She turns over, not seeing that her husband, the 49th President of the United States, is not in the bed, like basically every morning.

"Aw, he must be in the Oval Office, signing bills and whatnot, like what he does every morning." She thought to herself, actually getting tired of it because she never really had the chance to see him sleep in for once. He IS the President after all, what do you expect? He is the current highest officeholder in the land.

She gets up and gets dressed, getting ready for her ceremonial duties for the day, just like what happened for the last six years of her position as First Lady. She secretly wishes that she could be a United States Senator again. She got appointed by the Governor of Arizona almost immediately after her husband won the 2040 United States Presidential Election. Hell, even being a member of the legislative branch of government sounded way more exciting than being the First Lady, like in her opinion of course, but hell, who cares about the First Lady's opinion on some previous office she held literally almost 6 years ago? Nobody, honestly.

She puts on her high heels, and puts on her makeup, and proceeds to head out of the bedroom, closing the door behind her. She heads off to the Oval Office, the workplace of the POTUS, hoping to see her husband in there, and guess what, she does find him in there.

He is on the phone with the Prime Minister of the Russian Federation, Kolmogorov Kryukov. They are arguing over the issue of the crisis in Turkey, deciding on interfering in it, because that sounds like the most American thing to do, especially when you are the President of the United States of America, the commander in chief of the United States Armed Forces, always on standby when it's time for war. 

"I personally believe that we should not interfere in the area, it is their fight, and we need to respect that," the 42-year-old said, at the desk, still on the phone with the Prime Minister. His voice slightly roars against the walls of the Oval Office. The voice on the other side of the line, the thick Russian accent of the head of government of the largest country in the world can be heard, buzzing a little bit.

He decides that he is wasting his own time, and decides to hang up in the middle of the phone call. He puts the phone onto the phone thing. He puts his hands over his face and sighs heavily. The job, for like six years, like put a lot of stress on him, possibly just like every last President before him.

Later that day, he starts writing his speech, a speech that he will speak to Congress in a joint session the next day: September 22nd. The President has the power to both Adjourn and Convene Congress in a joint session. 

"Fuck, I cannot think of anything to put down on the paper, Congress basically knows everything about the crisis, should I ask them for a war declaration?"  He thought to himself, still thinking about interfering in the ever-escalating crisis in Turkey. You see, Turkey is a controversial member of the North Atlantic Treaty Organization, for years it has been disputed on whether or not it has been an actual member. But, if an enemy attacks a NATO member, then the enemy attacks all of the members. The United States is a member of the Organization, but Garcia is still wondering what and why they should interfere in the crisis. He only has 22 hours left to decide to or not, but he will ask Congress for the war declaration, just in case.

He finishes writing his speech and puts it at the corner of the desk. He gets up and stretches for a moment around the office, before sitting back down at his desk. A couple of generals comes into the office, handing the black-haired President a paper. The true meaning of the paper, in a  nutshell, is that they are watching the crisis unfold and that they will give him some recommendations if the crisis gets really bad, he will have no choice but to sign the war declaration, even if he vetoes the war bill, there is a 90 percent chance that Congress will override, in the long run.

Another couple of hours later, he is sitting at his dinner table with his family: his wife, and his three kids, Elana, Jacob, and David. They are having Macaroni and Cheese for the evening, because David, the youngest kid in the family, really likes MAC, plus it was his choice for the night, in the first place.

 "So, honey, how is your handling of the situation in Turkey going along?" The First Lady said while grabbing a spoonful of the macaroni, and putting it in her mouth.

"I am handling it very well, but I am still the one who has the make the decisions around here, I am the United States President, after all."  The 49th President said with disillusionment in his voice.

"That is nice to hear, honey. You are handling it very well, my President~" 

Zechariah does not realize the tone in her voice but instead eats the little bits of chicken out of the bowl of mac and cheese. He likes to have chicken in some of his favorite dishes, sometimes, it helps him calm down and get away from the disaster known as 'politics.'

After they are done with their dishes, the WH kitchen assistants come into the dining room, and take the dishes back to the kitchen, to be cleaned. The First Family get up from their seats, and one of the USSS (the United States Secret Service) agents walk up to the President, telling him that it's getting late and that it is recommended that they should get ready for bed, as they all have a long day tomorrow. Zech responds saying that they will all head to bed immediately. 

The children run off to their bedrooms, as Madam First Lady and Mr. President head off to Elana and Jacob's rooms, respectively. And they will meet up at David's room so both of them will say goodnight to him at the same time.

The black-haired President tucks in Elana and kisses her forehead goodnight. At the same time, the blonde-haired First Lady tucks in Jacob and again, kisses his forehead goodnight. They head out of their rooms respectively and head to David's room to tuck him in and say goodnight.

They walk into his room, and both of them tuck him in and kiss him goodnight. David asks a question.

"Daddy, you are going to solve all the problems in the world, right? You are like a superhero to me! You put the bad guys in jail and stuff!" Said the eldest child, with genuine enthusiasm in his voice. 

 "Yes son, I will solve most of the problems in the world, but not all of them. Some problems do not have a solution sometimes. It is getting late, and we have a long day tomorrow."

 "Ok, daddy, I will see you tomorrow, alright? Goodnight."

Jessica and Zech turn off the light and leave the room, as they head on to their own bedroom. They go into the bedroom, and get ready for bed, Jessica puts on her nightgown, and Zech puts on his pajamas. They kiss each other goodnight and go to sleep.

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