KaiserElectric
Total Freakin Besties
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"But it's a FRENCH embassy in MONACO," Magdalene Breiner complained into her mobile phone."Why the hell are we covering it from BERLIN?"
" 'We' aren't covering it from Berlin, honey. YOU are," her boss said sharply. "I don't care how, just use that rack of yours and try to make it look good for everyone watching. Besides, why the hell would I send you to Monaco when I have at least a dozen others who look better on camera?" Breiner's mouth nearly dropped to the ground as her curmudgeonly boss hung up with a click.
"That despicable, loathsome, pig!" she cried out, punctuating the last word chucking her cell phone at the camera crew, who ducked in time for the phone to land in a bush somewhere. " 'Use that rack of mine' indeed. Well this is the last time I use my 'rack' for that old pervert and the rest of this stupid network. He and the rest of the executives can take turns kissing my hairy-"
"Miss?" one of the cameramen interrupted. "Minister Linden just walked out of the Capital."
Breiner spun around to see a middle-aged man with salt and pepper hair hurry down the capitol steps. A talented diplomat, Raimund Linden served as the Minister of Foreign Affairs to the Kaiserin and her father for nearly fifteen years. Famed for his skills as a tough negotiator, he was equally famed for his short temper towards the media, a fact that Breiner did not know or did not care about at the given time. Eager to go out on a high note, she all but ran towards the minister, who tactfully ignored her.
"Minister Linden, do you have any comments about the incident-"
"I'm running late," he said tersely. "I suggest you leave me alone."
"But sir!" Breiner protested before the minister elbowed through her and the camera crew, heading for his car. Oblivious to his cold shoulder, Breiner chased after him, jabbing a microphone in his face to pick up his voice.
"Minister Linden, do you have any statement at all about the incident at the French Embassy earlier this morning?"
"You want a statement?" Linden snarled, his face slowly turning red. "Here's a statement: Reporters are obnoxious. Now if you don't mind, stop following me."
"Maybe we should listen," one of the camera wranglers suggested. "He doesn't look very happy to see us."
"Nonsense, if the boss wants a show, I'll give him one!" Breiner insisted. Moving quickly, she quickly jumped in between the Minister and his car, defiantly staring him down. Minister Linden stared back, a vein pulsing dangerously in his forehead.
"What...do...you...want?" he said through clenched teeth.
Breiner proudly shoved the microphone in his face. "Just your thoughts on the French!" she said with false cheer.
"So..." the minister said in a dangerously calm tone. "You want to know what I think of the French?"
"Of course," Breiner said, motioning for the camera crew to start rolling.
"You really want to know..." Minister Linden started, his voice slowly raising in intensity. "What I think of the French?"
---
"I think I'm going to have an aneurysm," Claudia moaned, rubbing her aching temples.
"Good afternoon, Kaiserin," Frederick Gerani said as he entered her office, a manila envelope tucked securely under his arm. Before the door shut, a guard's voice echoed into the office.
"Hey, did you hear what the Global called him? 'Minister Krakatau'."
Claudia made an exasperated sound and slammed her face onto the desk in response.
"I don't think the war against the Russians is going that badly for us," Gerani commented.
"It's not them," Claudia said. "It's Linden and his...outburst."
"Really?" Gerani said, bemusement in his voice. "With everything going on, I'm surprised that's what the news is focused on. How many times did he insult France in that little tirade anyway, five times?"
"Nine," Claudia said morosely. "Insulted women on their own four times, with at least two rape comments and an abortion reference for good measure."
"Someone should give him a medal."
"Damn it Gerani this is NOT funny!" Claudia said. "If the backlash against this gets any worse, I think my head's going to explode. Not to mention I need to find a new Minister of Foreign Affairs once this whole thing dies down. IF it dies down..."
"Madam Kaiserin, I'm sure this won't be on the news for that long. Linden may have been shockingly wrong for the two minutes he vented at that poor girl on the news, but he was right when said that the media loves controversy. Tomorrow they'll find something new to sensationalize about and everyone will forget about Linden's tirade."
"Somehow I'm finding that hard to believe right now," Claudia said. Just then, the phone started ringing. Claudia checked the Caller ID and nearly cried.
"Hiver," she said, sounding resigned to her fate. "I better take this alone. We'll talk later." She answered the phone with fake cheer. "Good evening, Kaiserin Claudia Hapsburg speaking!"
Gerani bowed out just as the yelling started, bumping into the Captain of the Guard just outside. "You might want to wait a bit, Norup, Hiver is chewing the Kaiserin out right now."
"Figures," Hans Norup said, showing a long thin box of chocolates to Frederick. "Just wanted to drop off something for her. Figured she could use it."
"Yeah, she will," Frederick said, looking back at the office door. "Speaking of the Kaiserin, I wanted to talk to you about security measures,"
"Is the situation that bad?" Norup asked.
"No, this is more about Monaco," Frederick explained. "I've seen spec ops missions like the French Embassy incident before, and something doesn't add up."
"What makes you say that?"
"Frankly, from what I've seen, it went too well. No casualties among the STD, and none of the attackers survived to give an account of the incident. It's only speculation at this point, but the whole "attack" reeks of falsehood."
"So it was staged?"
"Probably, but at this point it's impossible to say. Until then, I want you running a tight ship in case STD tries something here. I have a few ideas for security protocol I'd like you to consider as well," Frederick said, pulling a few notes out of his manila folder.
" 'We' aren't covering it from Berlin, honey. YOU are," her boss said sharply. "I don't care how, just use that rack of yours and try to make it look good for everyone watching. Besides, why the hell would I send you to Monaco when I have at least a dozen others who look better on camera?" Breiner's mouth nearly dropped to the ground as her curmudgeonly boss hung up with a click.
"That despicable, loathsome, pig!" she cried out, punctuating the last word chucking her cell phone at the camera crew, who ducked in time for the phone to land in a bush somewhere. " 'Use that rack of mine' indeed. Well this is the last time I use my 'rack' for that old pervert and the rest of this stupid network. He and the rest of the executives can take turns kissing my hairy-"
"Miss?" one of the cameramen interrupted. "Minister Linden just walked out of the Capital."
Breiner spun around to see a middle-aged man with salt and pepper hair hurry down the capitol steps. A talented diplomat, Raimund Linden served as the Minister of Foreign Affairs to the Kaiserin and her father for nearly fifteen years. Famed for his skills as a tough negotiator, he was equally famed for his short temper towards the media, a fact that Breiner did not know or did not care about at the given time. Eager to go out on a high note, she all but ran towards the minister, who tactfully ignored her.
"Minister Linden, do you have any comments about the incident-"
"I'm running late," he said tersely. "I suggest you leave me alone."
"But sir!" Breiner protested before the minister elbowed through her and the camera crew, heading for his car. Oblivious to his cold shoulder, Breiner chased after him, jabbing a microphone in his face to pick up his voice.
"Minister Linden, do you have any statement at all about the incident at the French Embassy earlier this morning?"
"You want a statement?" Linden snarled, his face slowly turning red. "Here's a statement: Reporters are obnoxious. Now if you don't mind, stop following me."
"Maybe we should listen," one of the camera wranglers suggested. "He doesn't look very happy to see us."
"Nonsense, if the boss wants a show, I'll give him one!" Breiner insisted. Moving quickly, she quickly jumped in between the Minister and his car, defiantly staring him down. Minister Linden stared back, a vein pulsing dangerously in his forehead.
"What...do...you...want?" he said through clenched teeth.
Breiner proudly shoved the microphone in his face. "Just your thoughts on the French!" she said with false cheer.
"So..." the minister said in a dangerously calm tone. "You want to know what I think of the French?"
"Of course," Breiner said, motioning for the camera crew to start rolling.
"You really want to know..." Minister Linden started, his voice slowly raising in intensity. "What I think of the French?"
---
"I think I'm going to have an aneurysm," Claudia moaned, rubbing her aching temples.
"Good afternoon, Kaiserin," Frederick Gerani said as he entered her office, a manila envelope tucked securely under his arm. Before the door shut, a guard's voice echoed into the office.
"Hey, did you hear what the Global called him? 'Minister Krakatau'."
Claudia made an exasperated sound and slammed her face onto the desk in response.
"I don't think the war against the Russians is going that badly for us," Gerani commented.
"It's not them," Claudia said. "It's Linden and his...outburst."
"Really?" Gerani said, bemusement in his voice. "With everything going on, I'm surprised that's what the news is focused on. How many times did he insult France in that little tirade anyway, five times?"
"Nine," Claudia said morosely. "Insulted women on their own four times, with at least two rape comments and an abortion reference for good measure."
"Someone should give him a medal."
"Damn it Gerani this is NOT funny!" Claudia said. "If the backlash against this gets any worse, I think my head's going to explode. Not to mention I need to find a new Minister of Foreign Affairs once this whole thing dies down. IF it dies down..."
"Madam Kaiserin, I'm sure this won't be on the news for that long. Linden may have been shockingly wrong for the two minutes he vented at that poor girl on the news, but he was right when said that the media loves controversy. Tomorrow they'll find something new to sensationalize about and everyone will forget about Linden's tirade."
"Somehow I'm finding that hard to believe right now," Claudia said. Just then, the phone started ringing. Claudia checked the Caller ID and nearly cried.
"Hiver," she said, sounding resigned to her fate. "I better take this alone. We'll talk later." She answered the phone with fake cheer. "Good evening, Kaiserin Claudia Hapsburg speaking!"
Gerani bowed out just as the yelling started, bumping into the Captain of the Guard just outside. "You might want to wait a bit, Norup, Hiver is chewing the Kaiserin out right now."
"Figures," Hans Norup said, showing a long thin box of chocolates to Frederick. "Just wanted to drop off something for her. Figured she could use it."
"Yeah, she will," Frederick said, looking back at the office door. "Speaking of the Kaiserin, I wanted to talk to you about security measures,"
"Is the situation that bad?" Norup asked.
"No, this is more about Monaco," Frederick explained. "I've seen spec ops missions like the French Embassy incident before, and something doesn't add up."
"What makes you say that?"
"Frankly, from what I've seen, it went too well. No casualties among the STD, and none of the attackers survived to give an account of the incident. It's only speculation at this point, but the whole "attack" reeks of falsehood."
"So it was staged?"
"Probably, but at this point it's impossible to say. Until then, I want you running a tight ship in case STD tries something here. I have a few ideas for security protocol I'd like you to consider as well," Frederick said, pulling a few notes out of his manila folder.