The rattling of the windows filled the motel room as Secretary Clinton flipped her Blackberry exasperatedly onto the bed. With cell towers falling like dominoes in the storm, she couldn't get any service. The business of the state would have to wait a while.
Sitting at the desk, she tried to relax, but without much success. Hillary knew herself well enough to know that she didn't rise to become Secretary of State because of her easygoing disposition. It was her constant drive to succeed, to overcome her foes, that kept her moving forward, even as her marriage slowly fell apart. Losing the nomination to Obama had been a stunning blow, but also a stirring -- even exhilarating -- call to action, one the Secretary had heeded to its utmost. But now, with her Presidency in 2016 almost assured, she was feeling antsy again.
The wind picked up.
Somehow, although she looked forward to running the country, Hillary already knew it wouldn't satisfy her. It was too easy -- too many things were going her way this time. It was just like -- she hesitated to admit to herself -- her relationships; she was always more fascinated by the challenge and the competition, always disappointed and bored when the other party turned out only human after all. Sometimes it seemed to her that no normal man could ever be enough to hold her attention. She needed something more, something she couldn't just dominate and cast aside, but that would never accede to her control. Something less a man and more a force of nature.
Standing, Hillary turned to the door as the wind blew it open...