"Actually," the young woman said cheerfully, "I'm thinking of Senior Administration, working towards the Presidency."
The Time Lord sputtered.
"You do know the word blackmail, I hope?" she enquired pleasantly. "The Doctor's TARDIS had all sorts of interesting old unexpurgated files."
"But -- you -- impossible --"
"President Romanadvoratrelundar." She smiled. "I like the sound of it. Don't you?"
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