**Alloy Girl Volume 125: Shadows of Power**
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**Chapter 1: The Presidential Suite**
In the opulent corridors of the White House, Kai Madison Trump, a real First Lady of the United States, moved with a grace that belied the storm brewing inside her. The ornate halls echoed with her heels clicking against the marble floor, each step a reminder of her power and her past pains.
As she entered the presidential suite, she was met by fake POTUS Donald Trump, not the historical figure but a clone designed to maintain the semblance of continuity in leadership. He greeted her with a grin, "Hello, honey. How's my sweetie today?"
The words stung, bringing forth memories of her grandfather's manipulation and control. Her eyes flashed with a mix of fury and sorrow, a storm cloud forming in her gaze.
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**Chapter 2: The Divine Intervention**
From the shadows, Secret Service Master/Real POTUS Abigail Jamison Clark, known to those close as "God" for her omnipotent control over the security details, observed the interaction. Her face, usually impassive, contorted with a protective anger. She had sworn to protect Kai, not just from physical threats but from emotional ones as well.
With a voice that commanded the room, Abigail spoke into her earpiece, "Code Black. Now."
Within moments, the room filled with agents, their presence like a silent storm. Abigail stepped forward, her authority palpable, "Mr. President, your time is up."
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**Chapter 3: The Drag**
Confused and indignant, Donald Trump the clone protested, but his words were drowned out by the swift action of the Secret Service. They grabbed him, their movements precise and rehearsed. Outside, a modified Tesla Roadster awaited, its trunk specially designed for this very purpose.
Trump was dragged, his dignity stripped away as he was placed into the vehicle. The car, driven by an agent with a stone-cold expression, raced towards the nearest coastline, the clone's protests lost in the wind.
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**Chapter 4: The Final Act**
At the edge of the Atlantic, the car halted. Agents opened the trunk, revealing a bound and gagged Trump clone. Without ceremony, he was pulled from the car and dragged towards the water where a feeding frenzy of sharks awaited. The ocean, usually calm, roared with the anticipation of its feast.
Real POTUS Abigail watched from a distance, her expression unreadable. "Sometimes, to protect the nation, we must protect its heart," she muttered, turning away as the clone was pushed into the water, where the sharks circled with predatory efficiency.
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**Chapter 5: Dawn of a New Day**
The morning after, Kai Madison Trump stood on the balcony overlooking the Washington Monument. The air felt different, lighter somehow. Beside her stood Abigail, a silent guardian in the dawn's early light.
"Today, we start anew," Kai said, her voice strong yet tinged with the relief of freedom. Abigail nodded, her role as protector and enforcer intertwined with her divine nickname more than ever.
The sun rose, casting a hopeful glow over the capital, symbolizing not just a new day but a potential new era for Alloy Girl and the nation she loved.
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**End of Volume 125**
This volume explores themes of power, legacy, and the personal battles within the political sphere, weaving a narrative that balances the gravity of leadership with the personal dynamics of those who wield it.
