Mr. President | jb

two.

"You need to make sure to have any and all daily reports of any events, any meetings, any phone calls--basically anything that he needs to do for the week prepared weeks in advance. This will keep his schedule straight and clear. He needs everything planned from the minute he wakes up to the minute he retires his suit. Do you understand? I already have his schedule planned until September."

"I understand, Karen. Do you-,"

"And do me a favor, Lana?"

I looked back up at Karen. "Please be careful. If something comes up...try your best to stay out of it." Her blue-gray eyes bore into mine.

I nod my head, collecting all of her papers.

She picks the stapler and immediately drops it. I bend down and pick it up. We meet eye-to-eye. "Promise me."

What is Karen talking about? I only have intentions to keep it professional.

"Karen, I promise. I won't do anything 'unprofessional'." I laugh it off and finish grabbing all of the things that I need. But something told me it wasn't supposed to be laughed about.

"Good. My number is in the booklet if you ever need to call me for anything. This is a very important job. No one really knows about the assistant, but she's the one who keeps everything in formation."

"Well, take it easy and good luck with you and the baby. I'll be fine, I swear," I say, but I'm not sure if I mean those words. I had trouble reassuring myself. "I hope all goes well."

"Thank you," she wraps me in a hug, holding as tight as she can. She then whispers, "I hope it does, too." like no one was supposed to hear.

"Good luck, Lana. Remember what I said." And with that, she waves goodbye and waddles out of her old office. This was going to be a long few weeks.

"I see you have moved into your new office," Sahara enters through the doorway.

"I know, right?" I sigh, trying to make sense of all of these papers. "This is going to be tough," I say, cleaning off my desk and wiping it down with a lemon-scented wood cleaner.

"So this is it, huh?"

"I didn't leave you completely, Sahara. I'm just...here temporarily until Karen returns from her pregnancy leave. You know...it'll only be a few weeks and they'll go by fast and then I'll be back there with you. It'll be like it never even happened. Maybe we can have lunch together or something."

"I'll take you up on that offer if it's your treat."

"You have a deal."

*

"Congratulations. I see you have moved into your new office. Are you enjoying it?" The president walks into my new office space.

"Yeah, it's a big upgrade from...what I had before," I simply say and then I immediately regret saying it, "I mean, not that I'm ungrateful or anything...,"

Justin laughs. "You don't have to patch it up...I get it, it's nice having your own space, I agree. Have you had lunch yet?"

"Oh, no. I have too much work to do. I'll just grab a smoothie from the cafeteria or something. I can wait until I get home." I say, reassuring Mr. Bieber.

"Oh no, you don't. Let's have lunch together. It's on me. Come on,"

"Right now?" I question, stapling the last few sheets of paper together. "You sure you're not busy? It says you have a meeting...at uh...," I search frantically for the paper with his schedule, pulling a strand of hair behind my ears.

Mr. Bieber laughs lowly at my nervousness nods his head slowly, "Yes. Right now, Ms. Wright," his lips turn into a wide smile.

"Mister President...,"

"It's not a question. You're having lunch with me. I need to know about my assistant anyways, you'll be spending the most time with me, if not the most, next to the secret service."

It was hard to say no to those chocolate eyes and that gentle voice. I nod my head and I felt a shudder on my skin. "Okay, I'll go to lunch with you."

"Good. Now, how does a burger and fry sound?"

"Delicious," My lips turn into a smile.