Chapter 3 The Reception
Upstairs inside the Executive Suites of Feeco Depot, Vice president Aslik, finishes up his long conversation with his Jr. Executives.
"Im telling you gentleman, by the time this conflict is over, you wont even be able to see a flub fuels pumping station that doesnt have my name plastered over it." Aslik said, to the Jr. Execs.
"I wouldnt doubt it, you are a genius Aslik, I mean what a great slogan, The Trains will run on time, its got that sense of the old days, this is going to be a great campaign." One of them replied.
"Gentleman, thankyou, and I hope you enjoy the reception we have downstairs."
The Junior Executives exited, as Vice president Aslik took a deep breath, and called his slig Valet merve to adjust his suit and monacle.
"Well its going to be a hell of a year, aint it merve?"
"You can sure say that boss," Merve replied.
The two exited the exec suites, and went downstairs to the banquet hall where dozens of other gluks, chroniclers, Vykkers, sligs, and many other corporate species were all gathered.
They all had been invited in response of the three top Glukkons Vice President Aslik, General Dripikk, and Director Phleg, aggreeing to run for top spot of the Magog Cartel.
Champaign, Gabbiar, crackers, punch, and many more foods, and delictables were all on tables, in the main room. As well as news groups such as fud TV, Magog on the March and others, were setting up cameras, and microphones, for interviews, news coverage, and trying to catch a glimpse of Uncle Aslik.
Aslik finally had a seat with his two running mates. Well Gentleman this will be a night to remember, all of the three glukks Aslik, Dripikk, and Phleg, all had their own slig valets, light their cigars, and special ciggarettes in the case of Aslik, as they talked about what to do next.....
Stay tuned, for the rest of the Reception, and to find out where the campaign goes next.
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