Mr. President | jb

eleven.

I was currently in Justin's office, my foot tapping back and forth. Me racing across the room, pacing back and forth.

After yesterday, I didn't know what to do or even say. But, what I'm saying is, I'm here to talk to Justin. And I'm here to end things once and for all.

After waiting for awhile, I decided to leave his office. But, as I was leaving out, the door opened.

"Why are you in here?" A feminine voice had asked into the air.

I turned around only to find the one and only, Claire Bieber.

"I...,"

"Why are you in my husbands office?"

"I'm...here to-,"

"I'm asking you a question."

"And you're not giving me a chance to answer it, either."

She rolled her eyes at me. "I came in here because I need to talk to him."

It was scary; not Claire. But, necessarily being in front of her, her and I both knowing that her husband and I have done some things. I'm afraid, not of her knowing, but of her bringing it up. It scares me; because I don't want to face the music.

"Why? About what? What business do you need to talk about?"

"Just the usual schedule stuff. We need to go over his schedule next week, there's been changes," which, is, a lie and truth. We did need to talk about schedule changes, but that isn't why I'm here.

"Is that right? Hm," Claire signaled for the guards to close the door.

"You see, if something, you know, is going on between you and my husband, you'd tell me, right?"

"Sure," I say, dryly.

"Yeah, I know, I'll-," the door opened again and in came Justin. He was on his phone, with his suitcase in his hand.

He tells the person on the phone that he has to go and sets his briefcase down and looks between the both of us.

"Am I missing a memo here?" He asks, looking at the two of us.

"Oh, no. Just having a girl talk. I'll catch up with you later," she kisses Justin, whispers something in here and while they're hugging, she mouths, "He's mine. Back off."

I thought we were adults, not teenagers.

After the door closed shut, we waited a few moments before speaking.

"You maybe want to tell me what the hell happened there?"

"She came in here questioning me. That's all."

"You didn't tell her about...us, did you?"

"Do you think she would've acted that way if I did?" I mentally roll my eyes and cross my arms.

"I guess not," he responds. Justin then walks up to me and then strokes my cheek with his thumb.
He reaches in to kiss me. But I pushed him away.

"Don't. You just kissed Claire. Don't touch me,"

"But-wow. Every night I have sex with her and you have a problem now that-,"

"But the fact is, you did it in my face! And you said you wouldn't have sex with her! That's another lie! And you know what, Justin? I'm DONE. I found out what you did with the baby. I can't believe you!"

"Lana! Calm down. Let me explain."

"No, dammit! There's nothing to explain. You fucked up. Big time. And there's no coming back. There's no remediation this time. I'm through, Justin,"

And I walked out of the office, with nothing but a tear in my eye.

WEEKS LATER

JUSTIN and I haven't talked, but I mean, we've seen each other around here and there. Sadness lurked inside of his eyes, I could tell. The bags under his eyes and slumped walk proved it all.

I've been doing my job, dropping off the schedules and events when he wasn't around. I was trying my best to avoid him.

"Long time, no see," I hear a strangely familiar voice. I look up to find one of Justin's "buddies" walk into my office.

"Xavier?"

"Call me Za,"

"Alright, 'Za'. What can I do for you?"

"Just cane to talk. See how you're holding up."

"I'm...fine?" I respond, not sure of where he was going.

"Good. Because I wanted to take you on a date. Tonight."

"Tonight?"

Why the sudden interest? I mean, I don't think I should go out with Justin's friend. That isn't right.

"Just think of it as getting to know each other. Nothing too serious. Right? I know you two have just...departed."

He's right. I mean, would it hurt?

"What time?"

HOURS LATER.

I TUGGED ON MY DRESS while waiting for my Uber to show up.

"You have a date tonight?" Sahara asks.

Sahara and I got back on good terms. It felt...refreshing, but I didn't trust her completely just yet.

"Um, yeah. Some guy named Xavier."

"Oo la la, tell me all about it, right?"

"Yeah."

A car honked outside, and I'm guessing that that was my Uber.

Arriving at the restaurant, Xavier was nowhere to be found. He sent me a text.

Za
I'm in the last booth.

I strutted to the last booth and I couldn't believe my eyes.