Blondi, Pam Blondi Ch 2

Pam Blondi –The Queen of Leverage

Pam Blondi leaned back in her leather armchair, the dim glow of her office lamp casting a soft golden light over her desk. In front of her lay a file so thick it seemed ready to burst, its pages crammed with years of carefully curated secrets, scandals, and sins. She sipped her whiskey slowly, savoring the burn, as she thumbed through the topmost document.

Tomorrow, she would meet Donold J. Grump at Maga Logo to finalize her role as Attorney General of the United States. Officially, she would be the highest-ranking legal officer in the nation, tasked with upholding the Constitution. In reality, she was about to become the President-elect’s personal attack gopher, armed with a lifetime of leverage and an unmatched ability to twist the law to suit her master’s whims.

Pam smiled to herself, a wicked gleam in her eye. It’s exactly what I was born for.

The Bond Girl Fantasy

As a teenager, Pam had devoured every James Bond film she could find, captivated not by Bond himself but by the women. The glamorous, dangerous, high-heeled femme fatales fascinated her, but she wanted more.

Her fantasy wasn’t just to be a Bond Girl. No, Pam wanted to outshine Bond. In her daydreams, Bond would be injured, bleeding out in the middle of a mission, and she would step in—cool, calculating, and ruthless. She’d save the world while proving once and for all that women could do anything men could do, and better.

Pam’s ambitions carried her to law school, where she graduated at the top of her class. But she quickly realized that success required more than intelligence and hard work. The world of law—and the world at large—was rigged in favor of those who knew how to play dirty.

And Pam Blondi? She was very good at playing dirty.

Meeting Grump

Pam’s first encounter with Donold J. Grump came during her early years as a lawyer in Florida. She had been assigned to defend him against charges of sexual assault brought by two young women. The cases were high-profile, the media swarming like vultures, and the evidence against Grump was damning.

But Pam was relentless. She attacked the credibility of the accusers with surgical precision, digging into their pasts and dragging every skeleton out of their closets. When that wasn’t enough, she leaned on Grump’s other resources: mysterious phone calls to jurors late at night, veiled threats delivered in dark parking lots.

Both trials ended in mistrials. The women vanished from the public eye, and Pam’s reputation skyrocketed.

Grump had been impressed, calling her a “real killer” with a “beautiful mind.” It was the beginning of a partnership that would define Pam’s career.

The Art of Leverage

Over the years, Pam honed her greatest skill: the ability to gather dirt on anyone, anywhere, at any time. She built an empire of secrets, a sprawling network of informants, private investigators, and whistleblowers who fed her a constant stream of information.

Her motto was simple: Everyone has something to hide.

Judges, politicians, business moguls, journalists—Pam had files on all of them. She knew which senator had a gambling addiction, which CEO was cheating on their spouse, which reporter had plagiarized their Pulitzer-winning article. And she wasn’t afraid to use any of it.

Her enemies called her a zealot, accusing her of taking feminism too far, of weaponizing her gender to destroy those who stood in her way. Pam didn’t care. To her, power was genderless, and she wielded it without apology.

The Deep State and Beyond

Pam’s rise in Washington was meteoric. She became a key figure in the so-called Deep State, quietly maneuvering cases to favorable judges, pressuring witnesses into silence, and bending the legal system to serve her agenda.

She built alliances carefully, always ensuring she had leverage on her partners. No one trusted her completely, but no one dared cross her either.

Now, with Grump poised to take the White House, Pam’s career was about to reach its zenith. As Attorney General, she would have unparalleled access to the nation’s most sensitive legal cases, along with the power to prosecute—or protect—anyone Grump deemed necessary.

But Pam wasn’t just Grump’s lackey. She had her own agenda.

Pam reached for a pen and began jotting down names on a legal pad:

• Maxwell Trent: The investigative journalist who had exposed corruption in the Florida judicial system—an embarrassment Pam hadn’t forgotten.

• Senator Beverly King: A vocal critic of Grump’s administration who had once accused Pam of ethical violations on live TV.

• Judge Alan Marks: The one judge who had ever ruled against her in court.

And then, at the top of the list, she wrote:

• Lauren Bobbin and Barge Greene: Two washed-up relics of the past who had been vocal opponents of Grump’s rise during his earlier campaigns. Their release from prison was an inconvenience she intended to fix.

Pam’s lips curled into a smile as she tapped the pen against the pad. These were just the starting names. Once she was installed as Attorney General, the list would grow.

She closed the file and leaned back in her chair, swirling the whiskey in her glass.

“Tomorrow,” she said softly, “the real game begins.”