It’s a typical day of bureaucracy and stress for President and First Lady Jeff and Kitty Katt-Martini, in part because Kitty’s been tapped to represent Earth in the Galactic Council. Kitty feels that’s a bad idea, and she might be right.
When her first official TV morning show goes awry, it’s only the quick thinking of the actor determined to make the “Code Name: First Lady” movie a reality that saves the day. It also forces Kitty to work with Hollywood.
Meanwhile, the Embassy Daycare kids are all about to enter “real school”—and none of them want to go. They may have grounds to be concerned because many of the other students and their families seem shady, and everyone seems to have an evil agenda.
Dealing with the assimilation of the aliens who have come to Earth, while fending off advances from a variety of Hollywood types, seems like Kitty’s biggest challenge. But then she and Jeff discover that Stephanie Valentino—Jeff’s niece and the true Heir Apparent to the original Mastermind—is back.
Can Jeff and Kitty thwart the most insidious attacks yet, while keeping tenuous peace on Earth and goodwill toward all sentient species going? And can they also find time to be part of the most truly terrifying organization they’ve ever encountered—the school’s parent-teacher association?
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“Your bodyguards are either deaf and mute,
or else they don’t understand the proper protocols when they’re welcomed
somewhere.” Looked back at the security dudes. “Or else they’re being rude on
purpose. A course of action I don’t recommend.” Turned back to Wasim and raised
an eyebrow.
He gave me a nervous smile. “I’m sure they
don’t want to appear presumptuous.”
Looked at my Middle Eastern Contingent out
of the corner of my eye. Mona had a pleasant look plastered on her face, Khalid
was stone-faced but his eyes were narrowed, Jakob and Oren looked similar to
Khalid. They were all looking at Wasim and his bodyguards.
But Leah was looking at me.
Turned my head just slightly towards her.
Clearly she’d been waiting for this, because she put her thumb and forefinger
up to her nostrils, in a way that looked like she was gently rubbing her nose.
But it was also the way someone would do to hold their nostrils closed against
a bad odor.
Took this to mean she felt that something
was stinking here. Agreed.
Stepped forward and got right in front of
the bodyguard I took to be the one in charge, based on him being the biggest
and closest in proximity to Wasim. “I don’t think that’s actually the case,
Wasim. Is it?” I asked the man I was looking up at.
He made eye contact with me and shrugged
his massive shoulders. “You aren’t our
Queen.” He got a lot of contempt into those four words.
Worked for me.
Because Akiko really understood how I
rolled, though this dress looked skintight it had a lot of stretch. Which was
good, since I slammed my knee up into Mr. Not My Queen’s groin.
He hadn’t been expecting it. Nor was he
expecting my rising elbow strike to hit his chin as he buckled from my groin
strike.
I’d done all this at hyperspeed, so the
rest of them weren’t expecting me to grab Mr. Not My Queen and toss him at the
rest of them as hard as non-humanly possible. They were all heading for me, and
they all went down like bowling pins.
Other than one. That one had been near to
the back. He’d leapt forward and tackled Wasim and had the kid shielded
entirely with his own body.
“Based on my human bowling expertise, I
want us to start a White House Bowling League. You guys can fight over who gets
me on their team.”
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