Finding a bride

You put out a notice of a special task to your greediest female status climbers. Over two hundred of your best apply. You narrow it down to two, Jenna Stone and Celine Smith.

You call Jenna in first. You look over the classic blonde. She is five foot five, attractive, without pretension. She’d look good dressed in classic styles.

“Jenna, how would you describe yourself?”

“For the right price, I’ll look however you want me to look.”

“Good answer.”

You walk around her, examining her.

“Pretend you are a politician’s wife. Give me a speech.”

“My husband is one of the finest Americans. He is honest, charitable, and righteous. He will bring change to a country in need of change.”

“Pretty good, Jenna. Say something ambiguously racist.”

“Affirmative action is immoral and a plague on our society.”

“Very nice, Jenna. We’ll get back to you.”

Karen comes in to escort Jenna. You admire her expensive outfit and tight toned ass. She seems to be enjoying her newfound powers and immortality.

You send out a batch of e-mails to prospective campaign donors, while you wait for Celine. A few moments later Karen escorts a dark haired woman into your office.

She is taller than average, with black hair and brown eyes. She is thin, with big enough breasts to be sexy. You mentally check off, good for ethnic voters.

“Celine, how would describe yourself?”

“I’m a type a personality. I like to win.”

“Interesting. Are you up for pretending to be married?”

“If the money is right I’m up for anything.”

“Would you kill somebody?”

“I said anything.”

“Pretend you are a politician’s wife. Give me a speech.”

“My husband is a remarkable leader. I can’t imagine a finer President.”

“Very good, Celine.”

Karen shows her out.

You pick up the phone and call Bune.

“I have your wife set, Bune. I’ll bring her to the beach.”