Scheduling Playtime

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The next morning Wayland showed up at the Presidential bedroom looking harassed and

worried "They said he's still in there," he stated, pointing to the door.


"Yes, Sir." The agents confirmed.


"He's supposed to be on the Hill thirty minutes ago!" Wayland informed them as he pulled out

his cell, he dialled Noah's once again for the fifteenth time this morning and again it went to

voicemail. "Have you checked to see if he's okay?" He asked them.


"Last shift said he was fine." One agent assured him with a faint smile.


"You sure?" Wayland asked with genuine concern.


"Actual words – they're both very fine." The agents smirked.


"Alright if Eva's there, I'll call her." Wayland decided.


After three rings a groggy Eva responded, "Eva Green." As she didn't use her married name for 

business.


"Morning Eva, where's Noah?" Wayland asked her.


Eva glanced at the clock and uttered, "Oh shit!" then to Wayland, she promised "give him ten...

no five. I'll have him out in five!" she hung up and smacked Noah on his ass, rousing him.


"What the...?" Noah groaned.


"Get up! You're supposed to be on the Hill, a half-hour ago!" Eva informed him before she raced

to the bathroom.


"Fuck!" Noah cursed as he scrambled out of bed, stumbling over the sheets in his haste.


"Hurry up!" Eva demanded as she raced to the closet grabbing her phone on the way. She called 

the kitchen and ordered breakfast and told them to have it waiting in the Beast in five minutes 

while she pulled out Noah's suit, dress shoes, socks, tie, cufflinks, pocket fold, underwear and 

watch.


"Did you brush your teeth?" Eva asked Noah as returned to the bedroom, he rolled his eyes then

returned to the bathroom. As soon as he returned she tossed clothes at him then ran her hand

along his jaw. "It will have to do for now." Eva surmised as she helped him button his shirt. She

worked as a valet, briskly brushing his hair, straightening his suit and tie. A race to his briefcase

and she opened it, putting his cellphone and tablet inside as she asked. "Please tell me you 

have  something prepared." His shocked look made her growl "You know he's going to kill you,

right?"

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