My father gave me twenty men and permission to handle it any way I saw fit. I chose to walk right into their clubhouse dressed in my sexiest black pantsuit with my four-inch Louboutins, bitch-slapping their Prez right in the face. Before the shock wore off, my men shoved him onto the ground and held him down while I stood over him, digging my heel into his temple and pointing my gun right between his eyes.
