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control the man, contain the man, or eliminate the man, if this clown can be referred to as a man.”
“You have proven that you no longer control him, and you have absolutely no skill in controlling him, so your only option is elimination. Get this done, or I will take action.”
Behind the tall drapes Mia stood stone still, hoping no one could hear her pounding heart.
Robert Mercer was methodically stroking the lovely, soft fur of his cherished, long-haired, white and rust-colored, Maine Coon cat, affectionately named Sienna, resting comfortably on his lap. As Sienna purred, Robert Mercer continued staring at Steve Bannon as he waited for a reply.
Steve Bannon slowly repeated the three words: “Control, Contain, or Eliminate.” And then went silent, as Sienna leapt off Robert Mercer’s lap and sauntered back over to the draped window where Mia was hiding.
Robert Mercer continued speaking in a manner Mia had never heard from any man. Somehow, in a very soft clear tone, you could feel the power, privilege, and domineering confidence underline each word. He always got what he wanted. “So, we are in agreement, you have lost control of him, and you no longer can contain him; then your only option is to eliminate him.”
Steve Bannon’s thin, cracking voice reached a high pitch trying to cover-up his nervousness. “Eliminate? Rob, what does that mean?” God, he felt helpless. Like an out-of-control drunk, he needed a drink.
Mercer quietly said, “At this moment Donald Trump is being controlled by Rupert Murdock through Fox News, and
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