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The White House
The Office of The First Lady
1600 Pennsylvania Avenue NW,
District Of Columbia
Tina took in the office that had once been Victoria’s. She had it painted, she looked at the oak desk that Bette had chosen for her. she looked up as Clive, her new Chef of Staff walked in, carrying her diary.
”How are you settling in?”
”This is the strangest thing in the world. I married a woman and got a job.” Tina shook her head
”Well you’re not a full time First Lady but we thought it would be better if you worked down here so upstairs could be your private space and you had somewhere to go every day.”
”Well I can’t just go into work now can I?”
”For safety reasons we’d rather you didn’t go into the office. You’re safety is now a massive concern.”
”Because of who I’m married too?” Tina asked softly
”Yes, after the bombing the Presidents safety is our number one concern.”
”Is there a chance of another terrorist attack?” Tina asked, sitting back in her leather chair.
”There is,” Clive said. ”I’m always going to be honest with you Ma’am,”
”I would hope you are,”
”The former First Lady liked to give her security the slip. She didn’t want her wife finding out about her other life.”
”Other life, you make her sound like she was living two lives,”
”She was, the public one where she was the wife of the President living the high life, behind closed doors she was a nasty piece of work,”
”You worked for her?”
”I was her communications officer,”
”She enjoyed her affairs and surrounding herself with sexy woman. she was demanding. The day she died she was trying to work out how to get to see Ms Peabody as the President was busy.”
”You kept her secrets,” Tina said softly.
”Yes it’s my job to keep yours too,”
”Ha, I don’t have any. I’m a doctor who happened to be marred to the President.”
”You’re very loyal to her,” Clive said without thinking.
”It shouldn’t be hard to be loyal to the person you’re in love with,” Tina said softly.
”You’re very different to Victoria,”
”Perhaps that is why Bette and I work,”