With the faintest of shrugs, Lorena decided to accept the cup. Making Aaron’s life miserable was a beloved pastime, but the demand for caffeine had won. For now. “Ain’t something always?” she retorted, taking a sip. Better. “Remember when the hurricane hit Georgia, and that preacher son of a gun started a petition to name it after me? Because the Looord had sent it as a punishment for my sins?”
The main hallway reminded a tad of a natural disaster too: hushed whispers, poached-egg eyes, five phones in every grasp. Yet they all stopped to greet her.
Which, admittedly, was kind of nice. So she greeted back, shooting the occasional who-in-the-name-of-sweet-fuck-was-that look Aaron’s way.
But as they turned left toward the office, her focus shifted entirely to him. “You know, all this puts me in a horn-tossin’ mood.” Edward Johnson would’ve had a plan by now. Lorena already had four. “If I was a male VP, I’d be right there in the Oval making the decision with her.” She balanced the coffee in her hand, musing. “The statements would be out by noon, and then we’d crack a cold one, and… I don’t know, play golf, go to a strip club, whatever. But no. She’s doing this on purpose.”
“It’s that blonde devil who came to destroy the good american life and take your daughters to sin!,” he quote, word for word. Not only he had a good memory, he also enjoyed that meme more than anyone else. His 4chan account really blew up around that time. “You did look lovely in the meme, ma’am” Was he responsible for its popularization? Arguably. He did make sure to use a nice pic, though.
He walked behind her on the main hallway, invisible under her major presence. The funniest part is that Lorena didn’t know half of those people, yet she smiled at them. Probably begging for none of them to strike up a conversation, while Aaron almost wanted it to happen. There is never enough catastrophe in a day in DC.
“Of course, ma’am” he nodded, agreeing, just because this was hardly the time to start an argument with Lorena, although he doubted a male VP would have any better luck at this. But she liked to play the female card, and who was he to say that she couldn’t? “I talked to her staff and they swear that there is no clear answer.” He didn’t completely trust them to tell the truth, but they didn’t trust Aaron either. Stil, in all seriousness he pulled up his daily schedule. “Would you like me to set up a strip club appointment later today, ma’am?” He could almost be taken seriously.
But this was a catastrophe, and they had to do it. So he leaned up against the chair in front of him, all jokes aside now: “What do we do, ma’am?” He asked, pen and paper ready to scribble. “What do we say?”
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