Relations: McEmpire (online version)
Sean J. Hannigan 
Sean J. Hannigan cursed the fog as he stared out of the immense
plastiglass front of the Sean J. Hannigan airport. On most mornings he
would fly here and draw comfort from the sight of the 200 foot tall
letters that spelled out his name. Today he could see the outline formed
by the light strips around the letters but he wanted a perfectly clear day
so he could see the letters as they were intended to be seen. Today, of
all days, there should be clear skies. In a matter of hours ExxoMo would
be launching a hostile takeover of BMI Relations and his insides were
churning over it. The fog's interference with his view of the enormous
silver letters was flustering him much more than it should.
It was probably something about the way the fog served to remind him
that he was no longer president. When he had been president of the
United States he would have called the weather net and gotten rid of
the fog if it bothered him. Now the fog was one more thing that he
had no control over. His life seemed to be overwhelmed lately by
things beyond his control.
He turned his head away from the plastiglass viewing window
and caught sight of Karen Krystol. She was young, blonde,
beautiful and already a Captain in the ExxoMo PCA, and a high ranking
member of the policy board for the ESPCA. He did not think of himself
as a person who hated women. But he hated women; and Karen Krystol
especially. Women seemed to control everything now. And young women
couldn't even remember anything being any different. He wished he could
just snatch her up in the bathroom and show her how things used to be.
His wife, Sharon Shafer, dominated him. In every way. Hi whole life seemed
to unfold only as she permitted. He was allowed to
keep a mistress for the purposes of stress relief, but those were the
only two women he had been able to bed in more than a decade. It
angered him greatly. And he was too much of a coward to attempt to
violate the arrangement his wife had imposed upon him. Sharon Shafer
was a high ranking member of DarqueOps. How high ranking he could only
speculate, but he was fairly certain that he could not so much as kiss
another woman without his wife knowing about it.
Karen was looking at him impatiently. He could see in her eyes that
she was rapidly losing any respect she had ever had for him. She probably
saw a withering old man when she looked at him. His mind flashed again to
brutal hypersexual imagery with her as his plaything.
Karen was using a hand radio to prepare the other ExxoMo PCA officers
to disembark even though he had not yet given her the order to do so.
Everything seemed to be going wrong today. He had half a mind to start
screaming at the young Miss Krystol but he doubted it would do any good.
Ultimately, ExxoMo was either going to acquire BMI Relations today and it
would be a good day or they would fail to and it would be an awful day.
Solemnly he began walking toward the exit of the observation tower of the
Sean J. Hannigan airport as the ExxoMo PCA cleared the area of civilians.