The Crown State - Welcome to New Empire CityMature

New York meets Atlanta, meets Chicago, meets Metropolis. This is a city filled with heroes, villains, mythical creatures and your everyday man just trying to get by. Only the strong survive. Welcome to New Empire City. - AUTHORS BY INVITE ONLY

“Your morning tea Mayor Moreno,” my chipper chief intern chirps, the same way she always does, offering me a smile and my Earl Grey. Kara, I think her name is. She comes in first, every morning to make sure my reports are on my desk and my tea is in my hand. The girl has drive. I can respect that. She’s tall, unusually so at nearly 6 feet. Her coily brown hair is always tied up tightly at the back of her neck in a large bun, showing off that long, graceful neck. She’s got a thin narrow build, well wrapped in the blue and grey business attire that she wears like a uniform. I was just like her once, before this city got its hands on me.

“Thank you so much Kara. No one makes it quite like you.” I smile warmly at the girl offering her the platitude that I know will get rid of her the quickest. If allowed to stay too long, she’ll start asking me questions and wanting to talk politics, as if I have even the slightest interest in her opinions. The university insisted on filling my office with law and poli-sci undergrads as interns for the summer; a city tradition. Kara is of the brightest of them, but that makes her no different.

“Is there anything else I can do for you Mayor Moreno?” she chirps.

“No Kara, I am fine for the moment.” I turn my high-backed chair away from her and face the window. “I think I will just have my tea and enjoy some quiet before the morning parade of Bureaucrats. I’ll page you if I need you.”

“Yes ma’am” she says before heading out of the door. Bureaucrats. I suppose the thugs and mob families really running this hell hole can be called that. Hell, they call me the Mayor, and I’m the worst of them all.

“Your morning tea Mayor Moreno,” my chipper chief intern chirps, the same way she always does, offering me a smile and my Earl Grey. Kara, I think her name is. She comes in first, every morning to make sure my reports are on my desk and my tea is in my hand. The girl has drive. I can respect that. She’s tall, unusually so at nearly 6 feet. Her coily brown hair is always tied up tightly at the back of her neck in a large bun, showing off that long, graceful neck. She’s got a thin narrow build, well wrapped in the blue and grey business attire that she wears like a uniform. I was just like her once, before this city got its hands on me.

“Thank you so much Kara. No one makes it quite like you.” I smile warmly at the girl offering her the platitude that I know will get rid of her the quickest. If allowed to stay too long, she’ll start asking me questions and wanting to talk politics, as if I have even the slightest interest in her opinions. The university insisted on filling my office with law and poli-sci undergrads as interns for the summer; a city tradition. Kara is of the brightest of them, but that makes her no different.

“Is there anything else I can do for you Mayor Moreno?” she chirps.

“No Kara, I am fine for the moment.” I turn my high-backed chair away from her and face the window. “I think I will just have my tea and enjoy some quiet before the morning parade of Bureaucrats. I’ll page you if I need you.”

“Yes ma’am” she says before heading out of the door. Bureacrats. I suppose the thugs and mob families really running this hell hole can be called that. Hell, they call me the Mayor, and I’m the worst of them all.

 

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