Act III
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After a moment, George said quietly, betrayed, "Murdoch's holding me prisoner?"
"Of course not, silly boy, but he knows who is."
"Who is?"
There was no reply. Panicked, George pressed his mouth against the slot where the food usually came through.
"Will you come back? Today? After lunch?" After a moment's thought, he added, "Please. You don't even have to tell me who's holding me prisoner." Englishman, well-educated, funded. He had very little else to think about in the years he had been inside this cell.
"As I said, you only had to ask, arrogant boy," Answered the voice in an almost sing-song manner, "You only had to ask and you'll tell me where Eden is, won't you?"
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"Peter Mandelson?" His surprise was unseemly, but Nick couldn't help that now, "Lord Peter Mandelson?"
Murdoch nodded, looking at him with a disturbing mixture of pity and glee.
Friendships among politicians were always precarious things. Cross-party friendships even moreso, but Nick Clegg had called George Osborne a friend. It was difficult not to, after being lambasted together after the second emergency budget while David- Well, David was David Cameron, the new face of an old party, the sort of politician for whom criticism slid off like water off a duck, the same sort of qualities Nick once imagined he himself to possess.
Furthermore, he was one of George's oldest friends, quietly supportive when George found himself inadequate for the role he had been assigned. Cameron had given most of the economic speeches while Osborne bore the public blame. Clegg suppose they have it on a system.
"I wasn't aware that our Chancellor of Exchequer was missing. If Lord Mandelson," Clegg struggled with the idea,"Is holding George Osborne hostage and demanding a ransom, then I cannot lightly enter into any agreements that would compromise the duties my government has entrusted me. However, the safety of his person necessarily has my utmost concern."
"Oh, Mr. Clegg. There are many things you don't know and I think you'll find your terms too strong to describe the delicate situation they find themselves. The English has a certain ruthlessness about them and even amongst themselves I find fascinating. Still, George Osborne has been a a good friend and so I have agreed to facilitate the exchange, in this and other matters you have come to discuss. Britain, as you know, must be on the Euro for any plans our group would implement. Europe has missed your country's involvement. We now admit it was a mistake."
It was his opening, Clegg knew. He had never been at a lack for words. The library had filled with European economic leaders. If Murdoch had thought to unsettle him with the news of George Osborne, he had been greatly mistaken. Clegg entered politics to change his country for the better, to support his country. He tagged a "Tell Cameron" to the information and abandoned all thoughts and memories of George Osborne from his head.
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