Chapter One - Rump
The President took the words as a body blow, visibly flinching. “You mean even after my devastating tweet volley yesterday and again this morning they still attack?”
“Yes Sir,” the Director of National Security answered, looking away. He knew the only way to deal with Id was never to bring bad news. The fragile bully of a man simply could not handle any, leaving the government leaderless in a crisis.
“What does the fake news say about the attack?”
Against better judgement, an aid answered. “The Times says the problem with bullying all the time is eventually the other bullies push back.”
Id went from orange to red. “Out,” he ordered. The Chief of Staff flinched. It was growing ever harder to find people who could answer simple questions. Once POTUS said out, the aid
