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Assem Akram
The ‘1492’ Conspiracy
A Machiavellian Plot to Seize the Holy Land
Fiction
Chapter 13 - Page 1:
These Baklavas Will Kill You
Naval Observatory, Washington DC
“Good to see you, Condi.”
“Happy to see you, too, Dick,” Condi said. She had known the Vice-President at least since the Bush ‘41’ era and more than likely from the Reagan Administration time.
It was not insignificant that Dick received her in the more private setting of his residence and furthermore in the sunroom, his favorite spot in the house. The space exuded the kind of coziness that fitted perfectly what Dick had in mind when he invited Condi for afternoon tea. Dick had carefully displayed on the coffee table a couple of African art books that he had purposely purchased for this occasion.
“Condi, let me tell you that I am very happy with the way things are progressing under your guidance at the Department of State. You’ve been a tremendous promoter of our agenda and I can assure you that I always personally make sure that the President is aware of it.”
“Thank you, Dick. I am not sure if I deserve it, but I must confess that we’ve done a pretty good job circumventing those Euro-liberal whiners and advancing a truly American agenda in jive with our conservative values.”
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