The Consultant (The Final Part)

"Fine," said Mr Nately, sitting down. "So you shoot dissenters, rape their daughters, maim their sons—" Josh wailed weakly "—and then there's the prisons. Oh man, the horror stories that come out of the prisons will scare anyone into line." "Prisons?" said the prime minister. "Oh yeah. You wait. Build 'em and let your guards... Continue Reading →

The Consultant (Part 3)

"Okay," said Mr Nately, nodding in thought. "Well, I assume you've been fighting your opposition on matters of policy—tax cuts, health care, immigration—all that sh**?" The prime minister nodded, taken aback somewhat at Mr Nately's flippancy. "Yeah," said Mr Nately. "Well you're wasting your time there. For the average Joe, one political party is as... Continue Reading →

The Consultant (Part 2)

Candace knocked on the door and entered the room; the prime minister stood, and so did Josh. "Prime Minister," said Candace, holding the door open, "may I introduce Mr Nately." Through the door walked a squat man in a grey pinstripe suit. Though he smiled warmly at Candace and nodded in thanks, there was something... Continue Reading →

The Consultant (Part 1)

Through the tall, open windows of the stately office, a glorious beam of morning sunshine flowed—the train of an angel's robe, a beacon of optimism in a bleak world, an oncoming headlight to scare man into the realisation that his days are few and life is worth living. Whatever the metaphor, it was as ignored... Continue Reading →

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