Ello Gov'nor Regular Show Novels & Stories

Rod "Where is Gov?" Clarixto asked as soon as he got out of the car. He had found out who had uploaded the video and hurried home to the mansion to find out who it was. "He's inside. He's causing a scene again," one of their tense-looking staff members replied.

The governor and his wife were in critical condition while the governor's aides only had stomach indigestion. And as expected from people who drank the wine at the reception, they claimed they also experienced stomach issues Now I was watching Calvin make thousands of calls to be able to see if he can get any tip. Any footage or proof. A call came in and he picked, “the footage was wiped out.” “God Dammit! What do you mean by that!” He screamed and ended the call and as I watched him brush his hair backwards frustratedly, it reminded me of earlier on. The frustration in his voice as he said he wasn't a psychopath.

“You must be Mr. Rafe and Ms. Laurentia.” He held out his hand for us to shake. Charles took it first, and then I followed. Meanwhile, Theo and David took polite spots near the back wall, sitting in chairs that weren’t at the table where they could keep an eye on everything. Minister Grey looked at Governor Allen. “Are you sure you want your aide and the bodyguards in here for this?” The governor shrugged. “I don’t think we’re heading into territory that can’t be heard by anyone else.” He smiled at Charles and then at me.” I am Governor Allen. It’s nice to finally meet you. I hope your travels here weren’t unpleasant.”

The more perfect word wasn't strong, it was immortal. "Send him in," the governor's voice was serious and hard. Perhaps being alive for more than two centuries had slowly killed the part of him which knew how to smile, laugh or at least, fake a giggle. As far as the mayor was concerned, he had never seen a smile on the governor's face. Not even by mistake. "Okay, sir." The guard dropped the phone and turned sharply at the mayor. "He's expecting you," he said and used a card to unlock the door to the governor's office before he placed his left hand on the doorknob and pushed it forward.

I ask, surprised by my own furry, as i cut their conversation short. “Haven't you told him yet?” Big Tom asks. “Everything will—” A microphone squeaks from the extreme corner of the room, interrupting him as a man steps on a makeshift podium, “The ceremony is about to begin. Let's clap our hands as we welcome, none other than our next Governor, Ricco Bernardi.” The crowd cheer on as my supposed Uncle honor the invite and soon they gather in front of him. His grin is as wide as the distance between us as I stand at the extreme end, disinterested in all of it.

"I'll relay the message to the rest of the group. I know it's not easy, but try to get some sleep, okay?" I ended the call, then ran a hand through my hair. Was I ever going to get that sleep? Rex'S POV "This is terrible." Clark said, shaking his head. We were all watching the news, my mother included. It showed the remnants of the private jet that the governor had flown in, and even went as far as showing an arm that was floating in the river. "I can't believe that a Governor will fly and the jet he is using isn't checked properly. That is crazy, if you ask me." I added, watching the news with a hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach.

The governor of a state spoke first. Amelia handed the phone to him. Hearing the governor of a state's voice, the leader trembled: "Governor of a state, I'm the head of customs inspection." "Hmm?" The governor of a state sounded puzzled: "Why does Amelia's phone end up with you?" Amelia leaned in: "Governor of a state, I'm currently on a secret mission. This official needs to verify my identity, so I had no choice but to call you." "I see." The governor of a state's voice was calm as he addressed the official: "You don't need to worry about this matter. Just do your job. Amelia knows what she's doing. Whatever she needs, do your best to cooperate with her."

“What’s wrong?” “Nothing bad,” he assured quickly. “Actually, it’s something really good.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Remember when I told you I went to Atlanta for business? Well, one of my old friends, David Collins, the current governor, has been dealing with a serious health condition for some time now.” I nodded slowly, curious. “Okay…”

Mary asked. “Umm…” Anaya was about to answer when her telephone suddenly rang. Anaya quickly turned to the telephone and saw Edith walk to it. Edith picked up the phone and said, “You’ve reached the Dragnon residence; how may I help you? Oh, okay.” She turned to Anaya and said to her, “It’s Governor Gerald’s secretary; she says to switch on your TV and turn to the news channel.” “The news channel?” Anaya asked softly. Edith walked over to the television and turned it on. She turned the dial until the news channel displayed on the television, and Anaya’s eyes widened at what she saw.