The Next President

Reluctantly, Mindy said goodbye to Dylan and accompanied Carl back to the command division office. In Dylan’s presence, she seemed like a young woman, but alone with Carl, her demeanour shifted. ‘Dad, the money from the arms deal has been transferred to our account.’ ‘Has it been laundered?’ She gave him a look. ‘Dad, you underestimate me. I guarantee the money is safe. Even the best detectives couldn’t find out!’ ‘Good.’ ‘Dad, about Inga...’ ‘Dylan has dealt with her.’ ‘Then we’re not far from success.’ Earlier, Mindy had arranged for soldiers to move boxes to Carl’s office. Now, her heels clicked as she approached one box, breaking the seal to reveal a bottle of wine. She pulled the cap with a pop, and the sweet fragrance filled the office instantly. Two expensive crystal glasses emerged from the box. She poured the wine, one for herself, and handed the other to her father. Military discipline frowned upon drinking in the army, but Carl took the wine without hesitation. ‘Dad, with yo