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Mercer responded. “The last I heard of him he was a Democrat going bankrupt again in some business deal. Now he wants to be the president? Are you sure it isn’t some sort of publicity stunt?”
Bekah, munching, replied, “That is what I thought until I started reading. He is building a solid base and some high- profiled donors are giving him a shot at winning the Republican nomination.”
Mercer bit into a piece of whole-grain toast and remarked, “I am sorry, I do not believe it. It still sounds like a joke.”
“Not according to Steve Bannon. Remember, he is working with Breitbart, the online news feed we funded. He thinks Trump could actually be nominated, with a clear shot at dethroning Hilary Clinton, the royal Democrat.”
Mercer frowned while saying, “Well, well, only in America.” An idea came to mind. Robert Mercer started thinking.
Much had happened since that breakfast. It was Mercer’s careful planning to use both Bannon and Trump to save Renaissance and to save himself, that ultimately unfolded. No one knew that the true puppet-master was Robert Mercer.
Many thought that Trump was the “sinister son of Satan,” and not the simpleton pawn in Mercer’s grand plan. It worked so well in the beginning. Bannon pulled Trump’s strings at Mercer’s bidding, and Trump not only jumped but asked how high.
And then Bannon messed everything up, by greedily grabbing too much limelight from the self-indulgent, attention-seeking bully. Trump was never going to be
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