Trudeau

Suprises Prt. II

Let It Go - James Bay

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"I call this conference in accords to the pictures published by a news source earlier this evening," Justin looks up at the cameras that are videoing the entire thing. I watch from the side as he tries to maintain a relaxed posture, "The news source claimed these photos were evidence of an affair with an intern, who shall rename nameless. I am here to say that these accusations are completely false." Justin's voice steady and strong, "This intern, who I am seen talking to in the photos, is a young woman pursuing a social justice law career. Her and I talk often discussing my viewpoints on certain social issues and how those could eventually be taken to court, if taken to court at all. It is strictly a business relationship. I hope that the people of Canada, and around the world, disregard the article as it was false and slander. Any further questions will be taken by Katie Telford. Thank you." Justin gives a soft smile and waves goodbye. 

I watch him pass me swiftly as he heads up to his office. I stand around for a moment, looking at all the chaos and lies that I just created. It was me. I know what I have to do. 

I enter the warm office as I see Justin rubbing his temples on the couch. "Hey, Justin." I smile weakly. His eyes open and look at me. 

"Hello, Eliza." Justin gives a warming smile as he sits up. Justin makes room for me on the couch and I snuggle up to him. I absorb everything: the silence, the emotions, the comfort. 

"Justin," I start, my already quiet voice cracking, "I, I can't work here anymore." 

I feel Justin's chest tense for a moment as his sad blue eyes meet my watery ones. "Eliza, I know you're shaken up but you can-"

"I know what needs to happen. We both know it, you're just ignoring it." I protest as I stand up to leave. 

Justin stands up and grabs my wrist before I can leave, "Eliza, please." His voice quiet and shaking. 

I feel a lump in my throat, "Justin, for a moment, let's be realistic," I stand up a little straighter, "If I stay then this," I gesture to the both of us, "will never end. We would be able to resist each other for a little bit, but we would eventually snap and end up right where are are now."

Justin stands silent for a moment. He lets go of my hand and backs away. "Goodbye, Eliza." 

I smile gently one last time at him, "Goodbye, Prime Minister." 

I barely escape before the tears begin to fall. 

- 10 days later -

From: telfordka@gmail.can.gov 

To: elizanorwell@gmail.can.gov

Eliza:

I am going to need you to hand in your formal letter of resignation by Monday. I am very sorry. I wish you the best.

sincerely,

Katie Telford. 

I viciously slam my MacBook's top closed and toss it to the other side of my bed. "Fuck you, Telford." 

The worst part of all of this is that I have no one to talk about it to. I can't go up to someone and start talking about how my heart is broken because I may have slept with Justin Trudeau several times and how he fired me. 

It's been ten days since the article was released. Luckily,  The Daily Mail has since deleted the article and apologized to both Justin and I for causing any trouble. The longest four days ever. I've been scared to leave my apartment for fear that someone will have discovered my name, Justin hasn't said anything more about it. The only thing I've got left to do for him is send in my letter of resignation. I'm not ready for that yet. Once I hand that in, it's all over. Nothing happened. Justin will repair his marriage with Sophie - hopefully - he'll probably be Prime Minister for at least another term and he, and everyone else, will forget about the intern, "who shall remain nameless". I feel my phone buzz as I begin to reach for my laptop to type up my letter of resignation up.