GREED
Prompt - Greed : Write about someone who always wants more - whether it be money, power, etc etc
This was what he'd working towards for the past decade. For that sense that anything was now possible. There had been some reasonably lucrative moments working with lobbyists, some trips abroad where he made contacts that would serve him well later. But being on the backbenches didn't provide nearly enough opportunity, so he had to play the long game, suck up to him, get the dirt on her, make himself one of them. And now, finally, it had all been worth it.
Now people did what he said, immediately. (Or at least they said they did.) Now he had the power to award contracts worth millions, to build a base that would grow, even once he was out of office. For he didn't want to put up with the annoyance of bloody journalists for any longer than he had to, prying little creeps that they were, although he had his pets there too. Money bought people, as simple as that.
So there hadn't been too much fuss when his sister-in-law's company had got that consultancy, and what there was had died down soon enough, when the latest dead cat got thrown up. And nobody had linked him to the Cayman islands account that was filling up nicely from his ensuring that Robertson got that major NHS supplies gig. The PM was happy with him - or rather she had to be, given what she knew that he knew and what it would do for her if it ever got leaked - and knew he wasn't after her job. Being in charge of Health was his dream job, the one that would set him up for life.
It had set him up with plenty women too. Amazing how attractive a paunchy middle aged man became when he had cash to flash and a title to boast of. Sir Malcolm. Nice, eh? Ah, this was the life. Power. Money. Recognition. And a future kept well away from his colleagues at Treasury.
This was why he was in the cabinet. This was why he'd become a Tory MP.
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