use code words. Flanery enjoyed seeing him squirm.
“She is under control, yes, sir.”
“How can we be sure she won’t refuse my orders again?”
“I, um, I made it very clear what the repercussions would be.”
“What did you say?”
“I, ah, relayed, uh, what we had discussed in—”
“Uh!” Flanery blurted. “I relayed what we had, uh, duh, duhhh … Why can’t you just answer the question, eh? Why can’t you do that? What did you tell her?”
Wilkes swallowed. “I told Magenta that if she ever disobeyed your orders again, she’d never see her family.”
“And what did she say?”
“She … she started crying, Mr President. She apologised, and said she would do as she was told in future.”
Flanery pursed his lips. “She cried, did she?”
“Yes, sir.”
He smiled. “I’d have liked to have seen that. I bet that was something to see, this high-and-mighty witch reduced to tears. Was she on her knees when she was crying?”
“Um … no, sir.”
“Next time, make sure she’s on her knees.”
“Yes, sir.”
Flanery sat behind his desk again. “I want you to call Abyssinia,” he said. “Tell her I’ve decided to move up the operation.”
Wilkes went pale. “Sir?”
Flanery pretended not to notice his shock. “The mainstream media are producing more fake polls saying I’m the most unpopular president in history. They’re turning the people against me, Wilkes.”
“The people love you, sir.”
“I know that!” Flanery snapped, his anger rising again. “But they’re being lied to. They’re being misled. We need to do something to unite the country behind me. So move up the operation.” Wilkes hesitated, and Flanery glared. “Well?”
“Mr President,” Wilkes said, “that might not be possible. The plan is … is delicate, sir. We have to get our people in place and Abyssinia has to get her people in place, and the timing has to be just right.”
“They’re calling me the most unpopular president in history, and you want me to wait on timing?”
“Sir, Abyssinia’s plan requires—”
Flanery leaped up and Wilkes flinched.
“Abyssinia’s plan?” Flanery roared. “Abyssinia’s? This is my plan! I’m the one who thought it up! I’m the genius here! She’s nothing but another witch! What do we do with witches, Wilkes? What do we do with them? We make them get on their knees and weep. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes … yes, sir.”
“And then what do we do with them?”
“I’m … I don’t know …”
“We burn ’em, Wilkes. We burn the witches.”
“Yes, sir.”
“The same goes for the freaks and weirdos and sorcerers and whatever else they’re called. They’re all gonna burn, Wilkes, and when they do the entire country will stand behind me and they’ll shout my name and they will love me.”
“Yes, sir.”
Wilkes wouldn’t meet Flanery’s eyes.
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