Mr. President | jb

seven.

JUSTIN

"Well...," Lana trailed off, confused in her thoughts.

I hope Lana isn't looking for Mr. Right. I'm not perfect, I'm far from it. I can't even believe she would even begin this "affair" with me in the first place since no one was to become a homewrecker.

On the outside, I might seem like I have it all together, but really, on the inside, I'm a hot fucking mess. There's much of my past that she really should know, but I'm not trying to scare her away.

From the first day, when I met her, I could feel "something" with her. This is about the third woman I felt "something" within a year. Call me crazy, call me what you want, but I guess I fall too easily in love. They all run away when they discover who I really am. No amount of money, no good looks or anything in the world can replace the things that I've done to myself and to other people.

In a way, you can say that I am selfish and that I do not deserve what I have. Sometimes, I wonder, how did I even get here in the first place? I had never wanted everything to turn into this, but sometimes that happens when you have so much power in your hand and you've never received the proper lesson on how to use it.

"You okay?" Lana caresses my knee, bringing me back to life.

"Uh, yeah," I clear my throat, "I'm fine."

"I need you to...send this to the writers to proofread this speech. I have to address the recent tragedies of police brutality. Tell me if you like it, as well,"

Lana got took the speech, got up and left out of the room. I hope I didn't upset her.

LANA

FIVE WEEKS LATER.

My time is almost running out here. I've started to clean up and reorganize and try to pack up my office. Karen should be coming back any day now.

Justin has been very...iffy lately. It's like, some days he wants to talk to me and others, he doesn't even want to be bothered. I'm very confused on what we are. We haven't hugged, kissed, or anything since...I really don't remember. I'm starting to inculcate that Justin doesn't want to be bothered anymore.

Our entire "relationship" or "friendship" is a megillah.

"Knock, knock," In walks Sahara with an envelope in her hands. I haven't seen her in awhile either, despite the fact that we live together. Maybe I've been too into my thoughts. I've been arrears to reality lately.

"I'll never get over this office," I say, putting folders into a cardboard box, "but, on the bright side, I'm excited to go back,"

"Yeah...umm...about that," Sahara slaps the envelope on my desk. "I think you should read that. It was in my mailbox today, weird. But, it has your name on it."

"And you opened it because?"

"I thought they had mistaken it for me. But...I guess it's for you...,"

I grabbed the letter out of the envelope, unfolding the piece of paper.

FROM THE OFFICE OF THE PRESIDENT OF UNITED STATES

7/27/20--

Miss Lana D Wright

It has been requested for a relocation to work on enhancing your job skills and to become proactive more on your work. Effective immediately, your new office will be moved to the WEST WING of the WHITE HOUSE. Your position and salary will not be affected.

THANK YOU

WHAT! WHAT THE HELL! I'm moving ON THE OTHER SIDE?! This HAS to be a mistake. Justin sent this? What is his problem?! Who does he think he is! Yes, he's the president, but, WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS?!

"You knew about this?"

"I--,"

"Did you know, Sahara?"

Her head was bowed in shame. She nodded her head 'yes'. "Get the hell out of my office. NOW!"

Immediately, she left my office.

She knew and didn't tell me? I knew that we were being distant but she could've told me that I was being moved! Why in the hell would I be moved if I'm the best at my job?! This is some bullshit. There HAS to be something or a reason for this. Justin wouldn't do this, I know it.

A knock was on my door. Justin walked in. "Hello," he quietly says, I continue to focus on my work since I'm not doing that enough for him.

"I want to talk," he dryly said, pulling out a chair.

"What is there to talk about, exactly? You moved my office and didn't fucking tell me, but you told Sahara. Fuck out of here with that. I don't have ANYTHING to say to you."

"Lana, what are you talking about?"

"You know EXACTLY what I'm talking about!" I throw the letter at him and I watch it fall down on the floor like a feather floating in the air.

Justin picked the letter up and read it. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"I didn't write this," he places his glasses on. "this is a phony letter. There's no way in hell I would even think about repositioning you. Who gave this to you? This isn't even my signature."

"Sahara did."

He gave me back the letter. I looked closely at the signature and he was right--that wasn't the right signature.

"Of course Sahara Desert gave that to you. Just...ignore it. You don't have to move,"

"Karen's coming back anyways. I have to get my stuff together."

"About that...,"

"What?"

"She's not coming back."

What?

My heart stopped beating.

"Why isn't she coming back?"

"Due to some...she just...she just needs more time with the baby. So, she'll be fine,"

That was weird.

"But, I want you to be there next to me while I give the speech. It's really important to me."

"Well, I thought that I was anyways. But, sure, I'll be there, for sure."

"And one more thing?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry."

Those were the words that I've finally been waiting to hear. It feels like a huge weight has been lifted off of my shoulders. It was puissant and powerful the way he made me feel.

I'm going to update in batches for now on. So, every time I update, it'll be multiple chapters. So, expect like, three new chapters this weekend! :)