Chain Of Command

“You want me to do what?!” I asked, jumping from my seat in shock.

“Run for the presidency miss. Your credentials all check out and your last speech really envigrated the public. Plus, your numbers in all of the polls have been rising steadily. If you were to enter the race against Phillips and Sorensen, I’m certain you would succeed brilliantly,” my secretary Olivia said very matter-of-fact-ly.

I paced around my office, contemplating the proposition she had placed before me.

Ever since the Third World War had ended with a nasty skirmish that spanned across much of Asia, the United States has decided that a new strategy of electing our governing officials had to be put into place; the people who had the most business, tactical and anilytical thinking would automatically be considered for those positions, and those who tested highest would be put instantaneously into the running for President. Eventually, the status of power was spread to other countries such as Canada, Mexico, Spain, France and unlimately the United Kingdom. Within ten years, the position became unanimously accepted as the President of the World.

So for my secretary to suggest such a lidicrus idea seemed rather far fetched, even for me. I had been in business for nearly half my life now, running and eventually owning Vanguard Industries and supplying the world with the every day items that they needed to function.

“Olivia, I know you have faith in me, but this suggestion is a far cry from being the CEO of a company!” I exclaimed.

“I beg to differ,” she rebuffed.

“Huh?” I asked, thoroughly confused.

“You run this company with the presicion of an army. You have one the most tactically sound minds I’ve ever seen and you never back down when it comes to making the right decision; for all of us. I believe you are the perfect person to run the world, ma’am,”

I sighed again, pondering Olivia’s words. She had made some good points, but I still had many doubts floating through my head. After much deliberation I finally spoke.

“I will continue to think about what you said Olivia,” I replied, taking the seat behind my desk again.

“Wonderful, ma’am. What would you like me to do first towards your potential campaign?”

“Hold all my calls and cancel my meetings,”

“Yes ma’am,” she said, heading swiftly towards the door to my office.

“Oh, and Olivia?”

“Yes?”

“Get my brother on the phone. If I’m going to run for such a high position in the world, then we had better have a chat,”

“Won’t he be rather busy at this time of day?”

“The President of the world would never be to busy for a chat with his little sister,”

Olivia nodded and left, leaving me to my thoughts.

My phone rang moments later.

“Ryan? How are you! It’s been too long! Now before we talk about how everything is, I have an interesting proposition for you. Oh don’t worry, it will most certainly be worth it,”