The Big Announcement The President checked his watch—6:30 PM Eastern. Perfect timing. The markets

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The Big Announcement

The President checked his watch—6:30 PM Eastern. Perfect timing. The markets had closed an hour ago, but after-hours trading was in full swing. He smiled thinly at his Chief of Staff.

"Tesla's earnings report dropped yet?" he asked, adjusting his tie in the mirror.

"Yes, sir. About twenty minutes ago. It's... not good. Revenue down eighteen percent year-over-year. Production numbers missed by over thirty thousand units. Margins collapsing."

The President nodded, seemingly unconcerned. "And Elon?"

"On the earnings call right now, sir. Talking about robotaxis again."

"Good, good." The President's eyes gleamed. "Time for our little insurance policy."

The press had been hastily assembled in the East Room, told only that the President had a "very important announcement regarding national economic security." News networks had cut to the White House feed, financial analysts were frantically speculating, and Twitter was ablaze with theories.

As he strode to the podium, the President thought about the texts he'd received earlier—the CEO's desperate plea for help, the reminders of campaign donations and private dinners at Mar-a-Lago. He owed favors, and today was payback time.

"My fellow Americans," he began, voice resolute and presidential. "After careful consideration, I want to announce that I have full confidence in Jerome Powell as Chairman of the Federal Reserve."

He paused, letting the statement hang in the air, knowing perfectly well that just yesterday he'd called Powell "the worst Fed Chair in American history" on social media.

"Furthermore," he continued, "I've had productive discussions with my economic team about our approach to Chinese trade relations. While we must be tough on China, we believe tariffs in the range previously discussed would be counterproductive to American interests. We're looking at much more reasonable figures."

Another strategic pause. His aggressive stance on Chinese tariffs had been his signature economic policy for months. The sudden reversal was jarring—and precisely the point.

Off to the side, his Treasury Secretary looked down at her phone, watching futures tick upward minute by minute. The entire market was responding, lifting all boats—including a certain struggling electric vehicle manufacturer.

"I'll take no questions at this time," the President concluded abruptly.

Back in the Oval Office, his Chief of Staff looked uncomfortable. "Sir, the press is already pointing out that this directly contradicts what you said yesterday about Powell and tariffs."

The President shrugged, picking up his phone to check the after-hours trading of Tesla stock. It had recovered nearly all its post-earnings losses.

"I'll just say I never said those things. Or that I was misquoted. Or that I've always held these positions. It doesn't matter."

He looked out the window toward the Washington Monument, bathed in evening light.

"What matters is that by morning, no one will be talking about Tesla's disaster of an earnings report. They'll be debating my comments, my 'flip-flops,' my strategy with China. The market will stabilize on hope, and our friend's company gets a lifeline for another quarter."

His phone buzzed with a text: *Thank you. I owe you one. Dinner next week?*

The President smiled and replied: *Make it Mar-a-Lago. We'll discuss your new government contracts.*

 

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