Chapter 512: Coke God Forever

Under the glow of streetlights, Martin and Elizabeth's sleek Escalade came to a smooth halt beside a bustling club on Pennsylvania Avenue. The vibrant pulse of music and chatter spilled from its open doors, mingling with the night air.

In another vehicle, Ari and Thomas emerged, their movements synchronized in silent understanding. They made their way toward the club, their footsteps echoing on the pavement.

Martin and Elizabeth followed, their steps quickening with anticipation. The club's entrance loomed ahead, guarded by a figure in a black suit whose demeanor suggested a White House Secret Service agent.

Within the club, the atmosphere shifted. Rahm Emanuel, the White House chief of staff, moved through the crowd with an air of authority.

Ali led the way, pushing open the door to a private reception room. "Please, come inside," he invited, his voice carrying over the low hum of conversations.

Martin and Elizabeth lingered at the back, observing the scene. As they passed the door, the agent offered a subtle nod, his hand subtly patting his chest before making a discreet gesture as if sipping water. Martin caught the meaning immediately; it was a move he knew well from his own covert sips of Coke on the red carpet. This was undoubtedly a signal from a fellow member of the Cult of Coca-Cola.

A knowing smile played on Martin's lips as he entered the conference room. Since the Santa Monica Pier incident, the Coca-Cola cult's influence had swelled to millions across the United States.

Rahm Emanuel and his wife greeted them warmly. "Hi, Martin, we meet again," Rahm said with a smile that spoke of shared secrets and mutual respect.

Martin stepped forward eagerly, shaking Rahm's hand. "I was waiting for Ari," he began, "but I couldn't miss this opportunity to visit..."

"There's no need for formalities here," Rahm interrupted, gesturing broadly. "Make yourself at home."

Rahm's wife turned to Elizabeth, her tone light and inviting. "We've arranged some leisure activities more suited for ladies, away from these dull discussions."

Elizabeth's smile was gracious as she followed Mrs. Emanuel through a side door, leaving the men to their business.

Rahm wasted no time. "Martin, your rise these past two years has been phenomenal. You've become a cultural sensation."

"It's all thanks to WMA's support," Martin replied humbly. "Ari's investment in me has been invaluable. Despite CAA's temptations, I've remained loyal to WMA."

Ari chimed in with pride. "Martin is now WMA's crown jewel. We plan to elevate the Martin brand to an iconic status, akin to Star Wars."

Thomas joined the conversation, noting Martin's indifference toward Star Wars but acknowledging its undeniable cultural impact in America.

Martin agreed, understanding the significance. "I'm fully committed to this collaboration."

The conversation turned to WMA's interests and Rahm's involvement. Martin knew better than to probe too deeply into these matters.

"Our recent trip to California was very fruitful," Rahm shared, recalling the election. "Your influence swayed many in the Coca-Cola Cult."

Martin remained modest. "The Cultists are a casual bunch, united by their love for my persona and Coca-Cola. They lack formal organization."

But Rahm understood their potential. "They're scattered across the nation, capable of swaying voters."

"If not for the Entertainment Act's restrictions," Ari interjected, "I would have already offered you a partnership in the company."

Martin laughed, standing up. "The company's support has been unwavering."

Rahm added, "You're now among the most influential Democrats in the country."

Martin nodded. "When I voted, my allegiance was clear on the ballot."

In this world of power and influence, where culture and politics intertwined, Martin navigated the complex waters with a mix of humility and strategic acumen, aware of the significant role he played in shaping the narrative.

Since his time in Atlanta, Martin had become increasingly involved with prominent figures from the Democratic Party, known colloquially as the Donkey Party. His circle now included the likes of Kelly Gray, Louise Meyer, and Jennifer Aniston, all of whom were prominent members of the party.

The Donkey Party boasted a strong presence in Hollywood, with stars such as Tom Hanks, Sean Penn, the Roberts family, Spielberg, Lucas, Meryl Streep, Scarlett Johansson, and George Clooney among its ranks. Their support and influence were instrumental, particularly during elections when their endorsement held significant sway.

The Hollywood Oscars, it was often said, mirrored the intricacies and dynamics of the general elections, reflecting the intertwining of show business and politics.

Recognizing Martin's burgeoning influence, especially amongst the Coca-Cola Cult, Rahm Emanuel extended a special invitation: "In two days, at the Independence Day celebration, Barack will personally present you with a medal."

Martin recalled a personal moment, "When I was hospitalized, Barack took time from his schedule to visit. I've always wanted to thank him personally."

Rahm assured him, "You'll have your chance very soon."

Privately, Martin mused on the murky waters of politics, finding them even more complex than the entertainment industry.

Rahm shared an opportunity, "Barack's eldest daughter, Maria, is intrigued by film. She's looking to intern this summer, to learn about movie production."

Martin was quick to offer, "Leave it to me. She can join any crew she wishes, be it a top-tier production or an art team."

Their conversation was a dance of mutual support, a testament to Martin's growing influence.

After the meeting, as they walked back to the Escalade, Elizabeth shared her own plans, "I've arranged to host Mrs. Emanuel and her children in Los Angeles."

Martin admired Elizabeth's initiative beyond her usual demeanor. She gripped his arm, "There are things you can't do, but I can."

"You're right," Martin agreed, patting her hand. "Let me know if you need anything."

Remembering Rahm's words, he realized Elizabeth was perfect for handling Maria's internship. "After the Independence Day ceremony, there's a luncheon at the White House. Maria wants to engage in film this summer..."

Elizabeth nodded, "I'll handle it. It's easier for girls to discuss these things."

Back at their hotel, Bruce greeted them as Lily played with a camera. Martin, curious, asked, "Planning to take photos so late?"

Lily explained, "I want to capture your award moment for a special project."

Elizabeth smiled, "We'll add it to our collection."

Martin, amused by their camaraderie, left them to shower and change, reminding Lily to head to her room when done.

But Lily had other plans, "I'll stay here tonight," she said, having made a deal with Elizabeth.

Martin remembered something from Atlanta, "You don't know her like I do..."

Elizabeth reassured him, "Lily promised me."

That night, Elizabeth barely slept, overwhelmed by Martin's intensity. Even in the morning, her voice was hoarse.

Lily too had a restless night, dark circles under her eyes. She observed Elizabeth, surprised by the quiet girl's uncharacteristic outbursts.

The following day, Martin took them shopping for appropriate attire and toured several iconic Washington D.C. landmarks, enjoying the city's rich history and culture.

In the midst of a bustling Washington atmosphere, heightened by the patriotic fervor of Independence Day, Martin received a call from Benjamin. He promptly made his way to the north gate of the White House for a special rendezvous.

Awaiting him was Benjamin, flanked by a dozen off-duty White House Secret Service members. These agents, though not as overtly enthusiastic as typical fans, displayed a more disciplined form of admiration.

As Martin approached, they greeted him in unison, "Eternal Coca-Cola God! Eternal Coca-Cola God of War!" Their voices carried a mix of respect and jest.

Martin, embracing the moment, took the time to snap a photo with them. He engaged in brief conversations, asking their names and penning individualized messages as he signed autographs, a task that taxed his creativity but one he found worthwhile.

Benjamin, clearly a fan himself, eagerly requested autographs and photos for other Coke Cult members on duty. Martin, with a good-natured smile, obliged each request, sharing light-hearted jokes with Bruce about the casual nature of the Coca-Cola Cult.

After heartfelt farewells, Martin departed, immersing himself in the vibrant streets of Washington, where the spirit of Independence Day seemed even more palpable than in Los Angeles.

The morning of July 4th dawned bright and promising. Benjamin, punctual as ever, escorted Martin from the Hilton Hotel to the White House for the much-anticipated celebration.

Seated at the prestigious front row on the North Lawn, Martin found himself amidst notable personalities. Lily and Elizabeth, slightly further back, were situated in the family area.

As more guests arrived, Martin recognized many familiar faces. Among them was the iconic Stephen Hawking, positioned in his wheelchair, a reminder that the Presidential Medal of Freedom transcended national boundaries.

Approaching Hawking, Martin expressed his admiration, hoping for a memorable comment, akin to what Charlize Theron had once received. To his delight, Hawking's synthesized voice greeted him, "Hello, Master." A nearby photographer captured this moment, prompting Martin to signal Bruce, who quickly secured a copy of this significant endorsement.

Turning, Martin greeted Spielberg with reverence, "Steven, you are my idol, the director I've always dreamed of working with. Your films, from Jaws to Jurassic Park, defined my childhood."

Spielberg, with a humble smile, replied, "Today, I'm just a supporting role."

Both men were to receive the Presidential Medal of Freedom, a distinction Martin had experienced before but felt ambivalent about, given the circumstances that led to it.

Spielberg, having seen the footage of Martin's previous award, expressed admiration. "You're amazing. We should chat more. Kathleen speaks highly of you."

Kathleen Kennedy, the powerhouse producer behind 'The Curious Case of Benjamin Button' and Spielberg's close collaborator, was another distinguished guest.

As the ceremony commenced, with The President stepping onto the podium, a hush fell over the crowd, marking the beginning of a momentous and patriotic celebration in the heart of the nation's capital.