I slowly slurp on my Starbucks pumpkin spice latte while posing for a selfie with Donald Trump. We both make the most beautiful duck faces and tap the screen. ( of course his is better than mine, he's just so perfect😍)

"That will be 1,000 dollars." Trump states.
I give a nervous laugh , not sure if he's kidding or not .
"Give it to me now or serve another 10 years as my slave!!!"

"But Trump sir..." I begin to stutter."I am supposed to serve you for life."

"Well then we will just have to make you half bionic won't we???"Trump comments darkly.

"Sir... Who will serve you when I DO die?" I worriedly ask.

" Fetch me some more Starbucks please!!! " he ruins the conversation."The nearest one is on the 4th floor of my majestic trump towers. Now GO!!!!"

I scamper off and disappear into the elevator, then emerging onto the 4th floor.

"Hi, how can I help you!" A blonde woman about college aged says happily.

"Two grande pumpkin spice lattes please... And make it speedy. It's for Sir Trump the powerful."

The woman gulps. She knows if he doesn't have it in 5 minutes she won't live to see another day.

"Sure! I will get right on it." She says nervously, obviously not wanting to take more time.

A small line forms before the two lattes come out, piping hot. I grab them both quickly and dash towards the elevator .

"DING!" The elevator lets me off and I swiftly approach Sir Trump and hand him his latte. When I return to my own seat, I realize my skin had scabbed up because of the coffees intense heat.