AncilI was a bit surprised that they still used doors in the Red House because of the fact that they didn’t use stairs. I guess they weren’t completely out of ancient technology yet. There was always room for a good old fashioned door. But despite the fact that there was a door, the room was nothing close to old fashioned. The walls were made up of a screen that resembled the screen of a television with a high powered LCD display. There were pictures all over the walls and they shuffled every so often showing photos of former Prime Ministers, national heroes and important landmarks in the Twin Republic. The floor was covered in a blood red carpet that looked well kempt. There were holographic statues leaning against the walls that looked real enough to fool you at first glance, if not for the slight transparency. There was so much going on in the room that I couldn’t focus.
A middle aged white woman with blonder hair sat back on the Prime Minister’s chair with her feet cocked up on the table flipping through a holographic newspaper. I thought that I either missed a term or the Prime Minister had a gender change because I knew that the Prime Minister was a man.
“Greetings Mi Lady,” Roy James bowed.
“Hey Roy!” The woman said in her Yankee American accent without even glancing at him. Her hazel blue eyes were fixed on the holographic Trinidad Daily newspaper she was reading.
“Where is the honorable Winston Jack?” Roy James asked.
The woman placed her holographic newspaper down then fixed herself on the chair as if she was now paying Roy James any mind, “He isn’t here right now, he’s out at a meeting in Kingston can I leave a message?”
Roy James signaled us to start talking.
“We just wanted to know what the Prime Minister was planning on doing to prevent the Midnight Robber from attacking San Fernando,” I started.
“To be quite honest, I’m not quite sure. He told me that he would focus on that later and that he was too busy to handle that now.”
“How could he be too busy?” Megan shouted. “This is a national crisis we talking about here. Hundreds, probably even thousands of people are going to die on Independence Day. Please tell me how the hell he could be too busy for that?”
“I don’t make the decisions around here. I’m just the First Lady! That’s all I am. I just stand next to him and look cute on TV. Nothing more, nothing less.”
“But you can’t be okay with this?” I asked
“It doesn’t matter if I’m okay with it or not, I don’t own the country.”
“But you own the Prime Minister,” Megan interjected.
The First Lady laughed. “I don’t own the Prime Minister.”
“You are his wife,” Megan said.
“So what?”
“Is there anyway you could help us protect San Fernando from the Midnight Robber?” I asked trying to cut the conversation between Megan and the First Lady short before it turned into an argument.
“Well, you could come with me to sit in on a meeting we are having. I don’t think anyone would have a problem as long as I’m okay with it. If anyone asks, you’re just representatives of San Fernando. That’s the most that I can do for you right now.” She stood up. “It’s actually starting in the next few hours so you’d probably want to get dressed up because you two look horrible.” She then ordered Roy James to get us dressed and ready for the meeting. She then strode out the room, her shoulders straight and her head up high and mighty.
