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Message: <blockquote data-quote="stevew" data-source="post: 247652" data-attributes="member: 130">ShadowlandsEpisode 2:The sun rises over D. C. flooding the streets and reflecting off the white builds as the traffic begins.Morning rush hour meanders along the wooded southern edge of the Potomac, mostly into the city, a few cars driving out.Lucy eats breakfast out on her patio overlooking the wide lawn and gardens of her home. A younger man, fifties probably, walk out of the house and says, “Morning Lucy.”“Morning. How are you?”“Doing great. Thank you. Have you heard. The House has already opened up an investigation into the election and President Bouton’s campaign over ties to China?”“That was quick.”“Bouton has made it clear that he will fully cooperate with the special counsel and has directed the Attorney General to cooperate with the independent investigation.”“How independent can it be? The Department of Justice falls under the President and his party controls the House.”“Well, I think he’s trying to distance himself from the obstruction of justice played out in the last administration.”“Probably a good idea. And probably good they’re taking talk of Chinese interference seriously as they’re going after Bower for Russian collusion.”“Speaking of investigations, Jeremey Steinberg. He’s resigned?”“Yes. He’s been appointed special advisor to the President.”“I heard. Why? What’s he have on Bouton?”Jacobi walk out at that moment and says, “What’s with Steinberg?”“Oh he’s someone I know. Jacobi, do you know Daryl Walker?”“I don’t think so. Hello. I’m Jacobi Ewing.”“John Ross’s boy. Yes. I’ve heard of you. Funny we’ve never run into each other.”“I just hired Daryl as sort of my assistant. Help me coordinate things. Lionel retired last month.”“Oh good for him.”“He comes from the museum and will run my grandparent’s foundation.”“Oh the Eleanor and Clayton Farlow Museum in New York. I bet we did run into each other there, at some lush and loud event of Lucy’s.”“Probably so.”“What’s with Jeremey Steinberg?”“He’s on an education advisory committee with Lucy.”Lucy said, “In addition to being a shady businessman he’s a pervert. A sick pervert. But everything I knew he was tied to the Bower administration. Like weren’t they buddies.”“Well you know how things go. Party politics is just a game at the top. No body except the grass roots voters really care if you’re a Democrat or a Republican.”Jacobi smiles and raises his cup of coffee, “There is only one party in the U.S., the Property Party.”Lucy gives him a knowing look and nod.Dia welcomes a tall black woman into his office with a view out toward the Washington Monument. “Madam Vice President. Welcome. Take a seat.”“President Bouton has asked me to speak to you about our relationship with China. We need to get things back on track.”“Well putting back together the Trans-Pacific Partnership and leaving China out, says otherwise.”“We did not leave China out. China declined our offer.”“Regardless. Though I do applaud your administration from backing away from this foolish idea of returning manufacturing to the United States.”“It’s not foolish. It’s just been happening longer than the Bower administration wanted to admit, thanks to automation. The thing is the best he could accomplish was a one perfect drop in unemployment while not making a dent into the trade and professional jobs we need filled.”“Yes that’s an ever growing deficit forcing the U.S. to accept the educated people from what was it, shit hole countries.”“Bowers words, not ours.”“Well it would seem you’ve got an education problem not an unemployment problem.”“I would agree. And so would the President. But that’s not why I’m here. We want to work on our relationship with China.”“While the House, under your own party, investigates your President for colluding with the Chinese to help him win the election?”“That didn’t happen.”“I hear there’s talk about making Lucy Ewing Ambassador to Venezuela.”“Ms. Ewing is very talented at socializing.”“John Ross Ewing, Senior died in Venezuela. John Ross Ewing, Junior had business dealing with a Venezuelan business, De Le Vega. One of Lucy’s husbands was a De Le Vega from Spain. And John Ross Ewing the third, he’s eyeing off shore oil leases.”“As are the Chinese.”“We both know that SinoEnergy is way beyond eyeing. With also know that these leases are purely political at this point. The Ewing’s and the Chinese government can’t turn a profit off off-shore drilling with the price being so low. So, what does the President want from me?”“He wants you to consult with the Ambassador to China, Prescott Walker.”Jacobi finishes up his work out at the gym, sweaty, tight shorts, a muscle shirt. Arnold walks by, “Jacobi?”“Hey Arnold. I didn’t know you belong here.”“My Uncle sponsored me. I don’t know. Nice place I guess.”“Oh sure. They have reciprocity with my club in New York. I heard you’re a bit of a nomad. You settling down in D.C.?”“No. I don’t know. Just feeling things out.”“Sophie tells me you’re seeing Sumner. Matheson Sumner, the journalist. My cousins in California grew up with him. Small world, really.”“I don’t know. We’ve talked a lot.”“Careful just talking with a journalist. Never know what he’ll publish,” Jacobi jocks, hitting Arnold on the shoulder. “Just kidding man. Always seemed like a nice guy. My cousin Bobby introduced me to him like a long time ago. Senator Sumner’s kid.”“Yeah. Everybody in this town seems to know each other. You umm, been seeing a lot of Sophie Barkley?”“Here and there. Your families are tied together or something like that.”“Goes back to Angela Channing, her great grandmother, and Choa-Li Chi, my father’s great uncle.”“Yeah she said that Angela’s father took him in when he was a young man, escaping the Chi money to live as a monk. Kind of like you, she said, traveling around on your own. Doin’ your own thing. You mean a lot to Sophie.”“And she means a lot to me. I just want to warn you, she’s not a people person. She loves the Geoberti Family Estates, the company and particularly Falcon Crest.”“She does seem to be really into her work.”“That’s putting it mildly. She bought her Aunt Emma’s share the business recently and well, I’d guess when the time comes, her sister, Lisa, will sell her, her share. And her Uncle Richard, well, he dotes on her like she was his own daughter. He has two sons.”“Well having a man like Richard Channing consider you a daughter isn’t a bad thing.”“No it isn’t, especially when he’s the one shareholder you can’t remove. But like I said, she’s not a people person. I might be the one person she’s close to. She tends to look at people like objects.”“Well, were not that serious so, if she feels that way about me, it’s fine.”“I hope so. But she’s more than that. Unfortunately, I’ll take a very strong man to get there.”“Well, if I decide I want to go there, I’ll keep your words of advice in mind.”“Please do.”“Well. Nice to see you, Arnold. Will you be at Sophie’s dinner party?”“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”Sophie watches as staff sets the table. “Watch what you’re doing. That’s my great, great grandmother’s china . . . The crystal, we’ll need water, reds, a Bordeaux, and a Burgundy, and a white wine for the appetizer. Champaign. The linens. Did they make it up stairs to be ironed? . . . The woods. Did they arrive? . . .” She walks over to a woman polishing silver and expects her work. “That’s good. Perfect.” Turning to the room. “Candles. Did those twenty-four-inch candle sticks arrive?” Sophie walks out of the dining room as if to look for them.The evening and the front of the mansion is warmly lit, cars drive up to the front door and valets take them away while a man in fine uniform holds open the very heavy, wooden front door leading into the entry way and a small gathering in adjacent living room. Sophie holds court, only stop and welcome each new guest, checking on what they’d like to drink and sending the order onto another staff member. Light music plays in the background, a single piano with yet another staff member stationed. “So where were we. Oh Arnold. Tibet. So please continue.” Seventeen people fill the room, including Jacobi and Mattie, some standing, mostly sitting, all with drinks and helping themselves to the munchables in front of them.Then a beautiful woman appears in the doorway with only Sophie to face here, the rest of the room facing Arnold as he talks about enlightenment. A black woman, in her fifties, elegantly dressed, a thick tapestry jacket with fine needle point, oranges and other autumn colors, moves a knitted silk scarf from around her neck and smiles.Sophie stands and walk around to her, all eyes follow her. “Carol Lynne David. Thank you so much for coming. Everyone, sorry Arnold, last time, this is Carol Lynne David, a dear friend of my Uncle Richard’s who is in town on business. She’s the President and COO of White Rock, the global asset management company, one of the big three index funds which dominates corporate America. Come in, meet everyone. This is my oldest and dearest friend, Arnold Chi. You know his Uncle Dia, I believe. He’s a bit of a tech savant. He’s telling us all about his experience in the Himalayas.”“Very nice to meet you. I too have been on a pilgrimage to the Himalayas. I look forward to reminiscing.”“And Mattie Sumner. He’s a new friend. He and Arnold are a bit amoureux.”“Nice to meet you. I know your father. And I believe I’ve meet your mother, a couple of times.” The two shake hands.“And this is Jacobi Ewing. I believe you know each other.”Jacobi says, “Good evening . . . mother.”</blockquote>

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