The Promotion: A Cautionary Tale Jan. 11, 2021 3:37 a.m.. At an undisclosed location somewhere in Washington D.C. The iPhone on the nightstand next to the queen size bed vibrated with an incoming call. Then, again. “Oh, fuck…”, he muttered. Another vibration. This one, somehow, seemed more sinister. “Oh, fuck…”, he muttered again. A female voice says, “Answer it, Mikhail.” “I don’t know if I should”, Mikhail responded. “Vell, who is it? It’s very late”, she said. “It’s your husband. I don’t think I should. He’s been out of control.” “Answer it, goddamn it.” she demanded. He grabs his older iPhone that doesn’t have a SIM card. He uses it as a voice recorder whenever Melania’s husband calls. At last glance, there were over 1100 recordings of calls that emanated from this particular phone number. With reticence, he hits the green answer button and quickly hits the speakerphone button. He puts the phone on the nightstand next to his voice recorder phone. He...
