Unlucky

Jack was the unluckiest man alive. He had done it all: made millions through sleazy backroom trades, bribed government officials, financially supported violent radical revolutionary groups in South and Central America, had multiple steamy affairs, and it had all come out on television to be scrutinized by millions of people all across the country.

How did it get this bad? He asked himself in his darkened room. It should have ended differently.

“Time for the inauguration,” an aide slipped in and said, and then with an added flourish, “Mister President.”

Jack sighed. This is going to be a long four years.