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Governor Tom Meyers leaned back in the big, gubernatorial chair behind the big, gubernatorial desk in his big, gubernatorial office at the big, gubernatorial mansion in the not-so-big—but still gubernatorial—city of Austin and sighed with much satisfaction. The new polls had come out yesterday morning, and he was still ahead. Not by much, maybe, but he was still there, firmly entrenched in the hearts and minds of most Texans. Unless something went very wrong, the office was his for a second term.

He loved being governor of Texas. He loved being numero uno in the biggest, baddest, most kick-ass state in the union. Yeah, people said Alaska was really bigger, and, geographically speaking, he supposed that was true. But Alaska wasn’t near as seasoned as Texas was. It didn’t have the population, the big cities, the history, the character, the reputation.

And it sure as hell didn’t send governors to the White House.

Yeah, the White House. That was Tom Meyers’s ultimate destination. Someday he would be president of the United States of America. Nothing was going to stand in his way. He’d win this election, and then he’d run for national office. Maybe senator. Hell, maybe even president. Depended on how his second term went. But he knew the party had its eye on him, and he knew he was performing exactly the way it wanted him to. And once he won a second term, he would be well and truly on his way.