"I honestly thought you were more dedicated than that." - Russel pulled a chair from the table to sit in it.
The President sighed deeply while rubbing his face with an incredible amount of force. The dust filling the room abruptly seemed thicker and made it harder to breathe.
"For anything's sake, we're encountering a global crisis here. How can you expect me to act like a decent person under our circumstances?".
Russel snickered.
"Well, he's practically your son-in-law. And I don't think I have to remind you who talked him into that space trip." He crossed his arms, looking at his interlocutor in a rather hard manner. He only rolled his eyes.
" Bruno was the best man we could get a hold of. And, correct me if I'm wrong, but I somehow came to a conclusion it was more humane to save the entire kind, than allow my daughter to take nice wedding pictures."
"Just don't come to me if she doesn't ever wanna see you again. I'll be the one to help her rip you off your money in court. After she sues you for murdering her future husband." He helped himself on his feet, aiming for the door when the phone went off.
"I think you should stay for this one." The President pointed towards the chair.
"And why would I?" Russel shrugged. "We're all dead anyway".
"You're the vice president, you might wanna hear this. But suit yourself."
He picked up the phone. He knew this would eventually happen. Margot was bright enough to...