It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Bright and shiny had always been been attractive to President Trump but this…this was different. It was smooth and round and cool to the touch. Like a Russian beet in October. As he stared dopily at it, ignoring his Egyptian and Saudi hombres, he suddenly wanted that orb more than anything. Even more than the 30 year old Swedish swimsuit model they had working the coatcheck at Bedminster. He had his plan. He’d make Jared get it.