The+World+According+to+Frank

The World According to Frank Frank Cunningham walked down the street in his freshly cleaned thousand dollar suit. Looking over his shoulder he spotted two secret service agents that had been tailing him all day. Across the street he spied another two agents at the corner waiting for him. When he reached his building two armed guards opened the door. “Good morning Senator Cunningham” One Guard said “Good morning Lenard, how’s the family?” “Great as always Senator” “Well, you have a Good Day now” “I will. You do the same.” Frank proceeded through the building all the way to the top floor. When the elevator doors opened Frank was reintroduced to the chaos that he had left the night before. Phones ringing, people yelling and questions. Tons of questions. “Sign this. Do that. Does this look okay? Does Cunningham have one N or two?” Tons of pointless questions. All Frank cared about was weather or not he was doing well in the polls, not this trivial nonsense that was sprayed at him from the moment he entered the building to the pitch black night when he left. Frank pressed on through the sea of questions until he got to his large corner office. It was his safe haven. A place where he could stop and think for a few minutes and consider weather or not he was doing the right thing in running for president. Not today, though, instead his campaign manager Joshua McDougal decided to wait for him here. When he door opened he was greeted by Joshua’s big fake smile. Frank hated Joshua the only reason he even hired him was because he wife loved him. “Hey chief, how you doin today” Joshua said. Frank hated that the most he’d always call him Chief or Big Boy it infuriated Frank. He was practically twenty years older then this kid. “I’m doing well Josh. How bout you, life goin good?” “You know it Big Boy.” He grinned smoothing out his baby blue sweater. That was another thing Frank hated about him. The way he dressed. He dressed like he’s never left his fathers yacht before. It was ridiculous he’s what Franks grandfather would call a Biff. “So what do I owe the pleasure of you dropping in?” Frank divulged “Just came to drop the speech off for your rally in New York tomorrow.” “I told you before I’m not doing any of these stop the war faltering economy bullshit speeches anymore. I’m doing thinks my own way. You know telling it like it is.” “That’s real great and all Frank, but the public don’t like you, they like our patriotic speeches and phony bullshit about lowering taxes.” Josh picked up the small stack of papers that was on top of Frank’s desk and threw it across the room to Frank. Catching the papers Frank flipped open to one of the pages and started reading. Within a few seconds an image of disgust rose upon his face. His forehead wrinkled and his lips pursed together causing them to whiten slightly. “That’s it,” he screamed “I said I was tired of this shit. No more. I’m done.” Frank threw the papers into the air and they rained down from the ceiling like snowflakes on steroids. “Okay, okay. Just calm down Big Boy we’ll figure this out get you a new speech and you’ll be good to go tomorrow.” “No fuck you. You’re just a pompous prick living off of daddy’s fortune.” Josh gasped “How dare you I’ll sue you for emotional distress” “Are you fuckin kidding me? Emotional distress. You’re lucky I’m not seeing your ass for emotional distress.” “I don’t have to take this shit I’m outta here.” “Good go back to your father’s yacht and get the fuck out of here.” As elevator door closed behind Josh Frank realized that for the first time in almost a year the whole floor was silent. Frank looked out into the sea of chaotic faces and turned around closing his office door behind him. Frank stepped over the papers that scattered the floor and sat down in his large comfortable chair. Sinking down into the chair he placed his elbows on the desk and cover