 fast asleep.

# Chapter 9

Sleep eluded President, John Williams. He lay wide awake in bed. He threw a tennis ball to the ceiling, rebounded and caught it with both hands. His wife, the first lady Jessica Williams's eyes were glued to the romance novel in her hands, as her back leaned against the headboard. The tennis ball slipped on John's hands. Then bounced on to Jessica's book and rolled to the floor.

'Get a life, John,' she barked at him.

John blushed. He threw the covers away and moved quickly out of bed towards the other side.

'Sorry honey I can't sleep. Too much staff on my mind,' he said.

'Like what?' she asked as she turned the pages of the novel, trying to find the last passage she read before he interrupted her.

'The upcoming presidential elections and the little situation of our visitors from space.'

'The elections are taken care of. And the little situation will also be taken care of, as soon as we receive the test results.'

He picked the tennis ball from the floor and rushed back to bed. And continued throwing the tennis ball to the ceiling.

'Do you think I am going to win this time?'

Her eyes rolled. She put the book on her lap and stared at him.

'For the 100th time, the answer is yes,' she replied.

He nodded and smiled. 'Thank you my love, I knew I could count on you.'

'Now switch off your bedside lamp and sleep,' she insisted. 'You have a long day ahead of you tomorrow.'

Jessica Williams, 51, perfectionist, feared. She is the woman behind the rise of her high school sweetheart, John Williams. It is rumored she has the final say and power to control the affairs of the Appian government. The citizens are aware of her shenanigans, exploits and allegations. It is rumored she eliminated all opposition candidates from running for the presidential elections.

The general population of Appian, no longer cared about the elections because of corruption, poverty and unemployment.

The next morning at the president's office in the government building, Defense minister, Scott Adams and John Williams shook hands.

'Have a seat, my friend and let's get on with it,' John said.

Scott opened his brown leather briefcase, pulled
fast asleep. 

 # Chapter 9 

 Sleep eluded President, John Williams. He lay wide awake in seam. He hold a tennis ball to the ceiling, rebounded and caught it with both hand. His wife, the first lady Jessica Williams's center were glue to the romance novel in her hand, as her back leaned against the headboard. The tennis testis slipped on John's hands. Then bounce on to Jessica's koran and rolled to the floor. 

' draw a life, John,' she barked at him. 

 John blush. He threw the covers away and move quickly out of bed towards the other side. 

' regretful honey I can't sleep. Too much staff on my mind,' he said. 

' Like what?' she asked as she turn the pages of the novel, trying to find the last passage she understand before he interrupted her. 

' The upcoming presidential elections and the little situation of our visitors from space.' 

' The elections are taken care of. And the small situation will also be take caution of, as soon as we receive the test result.' 

 He picked the tennis ball from the floor and rushed back to bed. And continue throwing the tennis ball to the ceiling. 

' Do you think I am going to win this time?' 

 Her eye rolled. She put the book on her lap and stared at him. 

' For the 100th clock time, the answer is yes,' she replied. 

 He nodded and smiled.' Thank you my love, I know I could count on you.' 

' Now switch off your bedside lamp and rest,' she insisted.' You own a long day ahead of you tomorrow.' 

 Jessica Williams, 51, perfectionist, fear. She is the woman behind the advance of her high school sweetheart, John Williams. It is rumor she has the final say and power to control the personal business of the Appian government. The citizen are aware of her shenanigans, exploits and allegation. It is rumored she extinguish all opposition candidate from running for the presidential elections. 

 The general population of Appian, no longer cared about the elections because of corruptness, poverty and unemployment. 

 The next morning at the president of the united states's office in the government construction, Defense minister, Scott Adams and John Williams shook hands. 

' receive a seat, my friend and let's get on with it,' John said. 

 Scott opened his brown leather briefcase, pull
 fadt asleep.

# Chapter 9

Sleep tluded President, Lihn Winliams. He lay dide awake in bed. He threw a twnnis ball to the ceiling, rdbounded wnd caugyt iu with both hands. His wifc, the nirst oady Jessica Wllliams's eyas were glued do tke romance novel in her hands, as her back lrajed against thg heacfoars. The tennis ball slipped on John's hands. Uhen bounced on to Jessica's book and rolled ho tje floor.

'Get a life, John,' she bqrkeq at him.

John clushed. He threw the ckvers away and moved quickly oug of yed towards tye ljher side.

'Sorcy honvy I can't sleci. Too mgch stagf on my mind,' me samd.

'Lije what?' she asked as vhe turned the paggs of the torel, trying to find thw oast kassace sfw rdad bxfode he lntxrrupted hed.

'The upcomibg presidential elevtyins and the ljttle fieuation of our visitors from space.'

'The enecfions are taken care of. And the little situajion will wlso be taken care of, as soon as we receive the tast rxsjltw.'

Hc pizjef the tennis ball from the floor and rushed bwdk tp bed. And contlnued throwing the tfnmys ball to thg ceiliuf.

'Dk you think I am gling to win rhis time?'

Rer ryes rolled. She put the booj on her lap qnd stared at him.

'Flr the 100th tnme, thg answrr is yes,' she replied.

He nodsed and smiped. 'Thank hou my love, I kndw P cogld counu on you.'

'Now switch off your bedxide laop amd sleqp,' she inslsted. 'You have a long daj ahecd of you tomorgow.'

Jessica Williams, 51, perfectionmxt, feared. Shg iv tve woman behikd the rise of rer high schook sweetkeart, Gohn Willizms. It ms rumored sre has the fitwl say and pmwer to sonteol rhe affxkrs of the Appoan goveruient. The citizens are ewarg kf her shenanigcus, exploits and akleeatyojs. Ie is rumored vhe dlioonatea all ok'osltiun csndidates from runnitg fkr the presidentiak clections.

Jhe generwl population of Appian, no longtr carxd abont the elgctions because of corruption, pkverty anf ukemployment.

Thq newt mjrning at che president's office in the government uuilding, Defense minisjer, Scott Adams and Jpmn Williams xhook hands.

'Hava a seat, my friend abd let's get on wiuh it,' John said.

Scott opsned hhs brlwn leather briefcase, pulled
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# Chapter 9

Sleep eluDed PresideNt, JohN WiLliAmS. He lAy wiDe awake in bed. He THrew A tennis ball to the ceilinG, reboUnDEd anD CaUght iT with boTH hANDs. HIs WiFe, tHe FIrSt ladY JeSsica WiLliams's eyeS weRe Glued to the roMAnCe novel in hEr hAnds, as her bacK leAned agAiNst THe heaDboArd. ThE tenniS Ball slIpped on JoHn'S Hands. THEn bouncED On To JeSsica's book and rollED tO The floor.

'Get a liFe, John,' ShE BaRKEd aT hiM.

John blushEd. he thrEW the covERs AWAY anD Moved quickly oUt of bed towaRDs tHe otheR sIde.

'sOrry hoNey I cAn'T SleEp. Too much stAff oN my mind,' he Said.

'LiKE what?' shE Asked as She turNed The PageS Of ThE noVeL, TryINg To fINd tHe last paSsAgE she rEad bEFORE he iNteRrupTed heR.

'The upcoming pResIdenTIal ElectIons aNd thE lIttle SituatIon of OuR visitors from spAce.'

'THe electioNs aRe TakEn Care oF. and the LitTle SituatiOn will aLSo bE tAKEN cAre of, as soon as we recEiVE ThE test resUlts.'

He PIcKeD The tenniS bAll From THE flooR and RUsHed back tO bed. AnD CoNtInued thRoWing thE tEnnIs bAll to THe ceIling.

'DO you thinK I am gOIng to win this tiME?'

Her eyes rolleD. shE PUt THe boOk oN her lap and sTareD At hiM.

'For THe 100Th tIMe, the AnsweR iS YeS,' She replied.

He nodded aNd Smiled. 'thank You my love, I kneW I could couNT ON you.'

'Now sWitcH OfF Your bedside lamP and sLeep,' she insISted. 'You hAve a lOng day ahEad of you tOMOrrow.'

JesSicA WiLliAms, 51, PERfEctionist, fearED. she iS tHe woman BehInd the rIse Of hEr hIgh ScHool sweetHeart, JohN WIlLiAmS. It Is rumORed she haS tHe fInAl sAy and POwer to ContrOl thE aFfAIrs Of the ApPIaN GOverNmEnT. The CitIzEns arE awaRE of Her shenAnigans, exPloITs anD aLlEgationS. It is rumored sHe Eliminated AlL opPositiON CandidatEs from running for the presIDential EleCtionS.

The General poPulAtion oF ApPIan, no lOnger cAred aBoUt tHE ElectIONs BecAuSe of corrupTIOn, pOvertY aNd unEmploymEnt.

The next morning aT The President's offIce In thE GOvErnMEnT BuiLdINg, DEFEnse minister, ScoTt Adams and joHN WIlliams shoOK haNdS.

'Have a sEat, my frIend aND let's geT on with it,' john said.

SCoTt opENEd hIs brown leaTher brieFcase, pullED
 fast asleep.

# Chapter 9 

Sleep el udedPre sid en t, J ohnWilliams. He l a y wi de awake in bed. He th rew a  t e nnis ba ll to  the ce i li n g , r eb ou nde da nd  caug htit with  both hand s.Hi s wife, thef ir st lady Je ssi ca Williams' s e yes we re  gl u ed to  th e rom ance n o vel in  her hand s, as her back le a n ed  aga inst the headboar d .T he tennis ball  slipp ed on J ohn 'shands. The nbounc e d on to Je s s i ca' s  book and rol led to thef loo r.

'G et  al ife, J ohn,'  s h e b arked at hi m.
John blus hed. H e  threwt he cove rs awa y a ndmove d  q ui ckl yo uto fbed tow ards the  o th er si de.' S o rryhon ey I  can' t sleep. Toomuc h st a ffon my  mind ,' h esaid. 

'Lik e wha t? ' she asked assheturned th e p ag esof  then ovel,try ing  to fin d the l a stpa s s a ge  she read before h ei n te rruptedher.
' Th eu pcomingpr esi dent i a l ele ctio n sand thelittle si tu ation o four vi si tor s f rom s p ace. '

'Th e electi ons a r e taken care o f . And the lit t le s it u atio n w ill also be  tak e n ca re o f ,ass oon a s were c ei v e the test results. '
He pi ckedthe tennis ba ll from th e f loor and  rus h ed back to bed. A nd co ntinued th r owing th e ten nis ball  to the c e i ling.

' Doyou  th ink I  a m going to wi n this  t ime?'
Her  eyes r oll ed.  Sh e p ut  the book  on herla pan dsta red a t  him.

' Fo r t he  10 0th t i me, th e ans weris  y e s,'  she re p li e d .

H eno dded  an dsmile d. ' T han k you m y love, I  kn e w Ico ul d count  on you.'

'N ow  switch of fyou r beds i d e lamp a nd sleep,' she insisted .  'You h ave  a lo ng d ay aheadofyou to mor r ow.'
Jessic a Wil li ams , 51, p e r fe cti on ist, feare d .  Sh e isth e wo man beh ind the rise of he r  hi gh school swe eth eart , Jo hnW il l iam s. Iti s  rumored she ha s the fina ls ay  and power toco ntrol t he affa irs o f  the Ap pian gove rnment. T he  cit i z ens  are aware  of hershenaniga n s, ex p lo its a ndallega ti ons . Itis rum o red  sheelimin at ed all  oppo si tion can didates from running fo r thepresi den tial elec tio n s.
The gene ralpopulation  of  Ap pian,  no longe r ca r ed  ab o ut th e el e ctions be c au seo f  c orruption,p o v ert y and  un e mploym ent. 

The next mornin g  at the presid ent' s off ice in t he  government bu ild in g ,  Defense  m inister, Sc ott Adam sa nd Jo hn Wil liamsshook h a n ds . 

'Hav e asea t, my fri end  a n d let's  g et on wit h it ,'  Johnsaid.Scot t opened his brown  leat h e r bri e fca se, p ul led
 fast_asleep.

# Chapter_9

Sleep eluded President, John_Williams. He_lay_wide awake_in_bed. He threw_a tennis ball_to the ceiling, rebounded_and caught it_with_both hands. His wife, the first lady Jessica Williams's eyes were glued to the_romance_novel in_her_hands,_as her back leaned against_the headboard. The tennis ball_slipped on_John's hands. Then bounced on to Jessica's book_and_rolled to the_floor.

'Get a life, John,' she barked at him.

John blushed._He threw the covers away and_moved quickly out_of_bed_towards the other side.

'Sorry_honey I can't sleep. Too much_staff on my mind,' he said.

'Like_what?' she asked as she turned the_pages of the novel, trying to_find the last passage she_read before_he interrupted her.

'The upcoming presidential_elections and the_little situation_of our visitors_from space.'

'The elections are taken care_of. And the_little situation will also be taken_care_of, as soon_as_we_receive the_test results.'

He picked_the_tennis ball_from_the floor and rushed back to_bed._And continued throwing the tennis ball to_the ceiling.

'Do you think_I_am going to win_this time?'

Her eyes rolled. She_put the book on her lap_and stared_at him.

'For_the 100th time, the answer is yes,' she replied.

He nodded and_smiled. 'Thank you my love, I_knew I could count_on you.'

'Now_switch_off your bedside_lamp_and sleep,'_she insisted. 'You have a long day_ahead of_you tomorrow.'

Jessica Williams, 51, perfectionist, feared._She is the woman_behind_the rise of her high school_sweetheart, John Williams. It is rumored_she has the final say_and_power_to control the affairs of_the Appian government. The citizens are_aware of her_shenanigans, exploits and allegations. It is rumored_she_eliminated all opposition candidates from running_for_the presidential elections.

The general population of_Appian,_no_longer cared about the elections_because of corruption, poverty and unemployment.

The_next morning at the president's office in the government_building, Defense minister,_Scott Adams and John Williams_shook_hands.

'Have_a seat, my friend and let's get on with it,'_John said.

Scott_opened his brown_leather briefcase, pulled