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“Fuck, and now Robert ‘Almighty’ Mercer is telling me, the only option left is ‘Eliminate.’ Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.”
Bannon drained his glass and was turning to quietly leave when Rebekah Mercer appeared in front of him, all six feet of her Amazonian physique. She was definitely tall and strong. Her costume draped over her ample bosoms in a provocative way, making her rather appealing. She did have the stature of an ancient Greek goddess, and Steve always felt both uncomfortable around her and at the same time drawn to her. He liked talking to her. She was intelligent and had interesting thoughts on politics, economics, and science. But tonight, the last thing Steve Bannon wanted was witty banter with another Mercer.
Rebekah, the middle Mercer child, was always looking for Daddy’s approval and any other male attention that she could attract. And Steve was ready to give it to her, if he could get something in return. So far, she proved to be a valuable connection.
Rebekah smiled at Steve, just like a Cheshire Cat, and said, “I understand you had a lovely talk with Daddy tonight.”
Steve stared at her through alcohol-induced, blood-shot eyes and quickly said, “Not tonight Bekah.”
“But Steve, I thought we could discuss a few things. I wanted... Steve cut in, “Enough Bekah, lets meet over coffee, later in the week. I’ll call you. I have to go. Sorry–please excuse me. I am leaving.”
Bekah was persistent and tried to block his way out with her imposing feminine frame. But Steve skirted his way around her and almost ran out of the room.
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