The Art of Leadership

Gorrister

Gorrister

Jonathen Powell had a bad day, he slept in and rushed to work at a staff meeting, drawing up plans for Blair's re election, seeing so many Labour Buttons, then having to rush up around, giving and receiving phone calls, going out and raising money for the PM, he was to talk to Blair on managing a speech in London about Wealth Inequality, he rushed up the steps of 10 Downing Street, hearing gasps from the bedroom, calling out "Mister Prime Minister!", when he came in, he saw Blair on the bed, a half eaten scone next to his hand, and a Nokia on his chest, he ran over to him, shouting at the top of his lungs, the PM had passed out, panicking quickly, he opened up his phone and dialed 999.

"Hello, the Prime Minister has passed out on his bed, I need help!"

"Alright sir, please calm down, we will get an ambulance as fast as we can"

Shaking, he flipped his phone back up, hurriedly dialing the top of his Contacts, he hurriedly pressed the button.

*CLICK*

"Gordon, Tony's passed out, he's choked on something, I don't know what to do, I've called 999, you need to come to the Hospital"

"Alright, Jonathen, I will be right over, don't freak out, call everyone, Harman, Prescott, Darling, Cook, just whoever's there"

"Alright, Fine, bloody hell"

*CLICK*

*Four Hours Later*

Gavin Grey had a lump in his throat, what was on the teleprompter looked like it couldn't be real, could it? He was expecting a normal news day, maybe one or two major stories, but he could not expect what he currently read.

"Ready Gavin?"

"Um *Gulp*, yes"

"3, 2 , 1"

"Hello, this is BBC News with Gavin Grey, Breaking News:prime Minister Tony Blair has passed away this morning, Chief of Staff Jonathen Powell has confirmed it at a press conference two hours ago..............................."​
 
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Gorrister

Prime Minister Gordon Brown, that had a nice ring to it, as he drove past the London Eye, yesterday he had been named the "Safe Pair of Hands" after Blair's untimely death, he'd been on the phone with Harman and Darling, apparently they were willing to not contest the selection, great, but as he was quick near the road to #10, his Nokia started acting up, playing "Aud Lang Syne" for 2 times, frustrated, and inly a couple doors down from his next home, flicking it up, it was Powell, in a rush, Brown put the phone up to his ear.

"Gordon, I've been trying to get at you for hours, what the hell?"

"I'm in fucking traffic, anyway, what do you want? It better be important, better not be about your bloody cat or dog or some crap like that"

"*Sigh*, Gordon, it's to do with Bush"

"What about him?"

"He's invaded Iraq, haven't you put on the Radio in your car?!"

"The hell? No, I was focusing on the road"

"Listen, he wants Britain to enter, you'd certainly be supported......."

"Why the hell should the UK enter? Remember the last time we went to war with Iraq?!"

"Yes, but you are not John Major Gordon, and this war could be beneficiary if we want to win the next................."

"Let me cut you off there, I ain't letting some Texas wacko choose my foreign policy, we're not going to Iraq Jon"

"But Gordon"

"Bye, I'm not gonna get convinced"

*CLICK*

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