Riley watched the rays of the morning sun hit the walls of his new office. He hadn't slept all night. He quietly stood up and suddenly felt very hungry. He ignored it and went ahead to weigh the options and limitations of his newfound power. He smiled as a weird idea struck his mind. 'My separation from the Acres should be a national holiday ' he thought and went ahead to issue a presidential decree.
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People poured on the streets in commeration of the new president's first decree as well as holiday. Others however disapproved of it saying that he was not a legitimate president in any way shape or form. For Riley, seeing them party and thank him for liberating them from the 'tyranny' of President Davis had him amused.
"Fools," he said loudly as he finished his breakfast that had been prepared by the staff. He stood up downed his cup of coffee and, with mint pops in his left hand, he straightened up his tie and walked out. It was time to cut some loose ends.
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