Trudeau

secondo giorno

Litost - X Ambassadors

Dive Deep - Andrew Belle

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"Could you take notes during this session?" Telford asks as the leaders gather around a large table discussing climate change. 

I nod, "Of course. Where do I need to sit?" I grab the computer from Telford. 

She glances at a corner where I see about 30 other people preparing to take notes. 

"Over there. Most of those people are the leader's helpers. Some are media, so be sure not to talk to them about anything!" Telford stares daggers at me for a moment. I smile, still frightened by her look, and walk over there. I sit in the front row to the left, so I'm closer to the leaders. An attended comes by and hands me an ear piece and a device. 

"To translate and hear better. Set it to whatever your native language is." The older woman with corkscrew curls tells me. I timidly take the device and set it up. I almost drop it as Germany calls the meeting to order. I scramble to get the earpiece in and set up the laptop in time. 

"Hey, are you Eliza Norwell?" I young woman asks me excitedly about halfway through the session. Justin just finished saying his part and what Canada can bring to the table. He did fantastic and nailed it. 

I glance away from the computer for a moment, "Yes. Why?" 

"Are you still working for the Trudeau Administration?" The woman asks me. She can't be over 25. 

I wince, "Yes, why would you ask that?" 

"I'm a reporter from England and I was just wondering after the affair rumors if Trudeau would be gutsy enough to keep you on staff." The reporter smirks at me. 

I stay silent, remembering Telford's word and her deathly look. "Well, I think you got your answer. I'm hear aren't I?" I retort, slightly irritated. I turn around and go back to listening to the meeting, hoping that will help me ignore the stomach pains. 

"Right, just one more question." The reporters nudges my shoulder. "Was it true?" 

Maybe I didn't get enough sleep, maybe it's my period cramps are killing me, or maybe it's the fact that I haven't had food in 6 hours, but that comment made me livid. "If you're a decent reporter you would have watched the news about it and would've seen Justin come out with a statement. So no. Please leave me alone so I can do my job." I beg. 

The reporter stares daggers at me for a moment before turning back to the meeting. I take a deep breath and try to get focused again. Obviously, I fail at trying to be completely focused on the meeting at hand. Is that what people around here think? Do the leaders think that about Justin? Did no one really believe the statement? My chest rises and falls faster and faster until I begin to feel my hands and lips tingle. I decide to calmly close the computer and exit the room. 

I scurry to the elevators and find a floor with a balcony. When I get there, I notice it is mingled with world leaders who were taking a smoke break, or avoiding the meeting. I set the computer down on the table and make my way to the railing. I take a deep inhale through my nose and close my eyes for a moment. I exhale slowly through my mouth. I continue to do for about ten minutes, until I finally feel like I can breathe again. 

"Funny seeing you here, weren't you supposed to be taking notes?" A familiar voice teases me. I turn around to see the comforting face of Justin. 

I nod towards the table, "The computer is over there. I just got overcrowded." I decide not to tell him there is still skepticism over his statement. "How did the rest of meeting go?" I ask.

Justin leans against the railing and looks out at the view of Rome. I stare at his sharply cut profile and take it in. "It was fine. Got to catch up with Barack, which was nice. Other than that, it was a routine G20 meeting." Justin shrugs. "You sure you're okay?"

I nod, "I'm fine." 

Justin, still looking at the view of the city, replies, "I've been around long enough to know that's a lie." He moves his stare to me. His breathtaking eyes lock with mine, "You don't have to keep stuff from me." 

I glance down at my throbbing feet and then look towards the city. I rest my chin on my hand. "A reporter came up to me today." I glance down again and without saying another word, Justin gets what I'm saying. He follows my lead and stares out towards the city. Both of us in silence. 

"Excuse me, Prime Minister Trudeau, could I have a word?" The same shrill, british voice calls him from behind. Justin is jerked from his thoughts and smiles widely. 

"About what?" His charismatic voice asks. 

"The summit, of course. You gave a great speech in the summit about climate change and how we need to slow it down." The reporter continues, "I was wondering if you had any other thoughts?" 

"Of course," Justin nods. "I just think that, " He uses his arms to help him talk, "all the scientific evidence blames humans for the rapid increase in climate change. So if we are responsible for it, then we should be the ones responsible for helping to slow it down." The words spill naturally out of his mouth. 

The reporter smiles, "Wow. Thank you Prime Minister for those great words. Now, I just have one last question." 

I feel myself tense up, I notice Justin's slight reluctance as well. 

"After the affair rumors, why did you decide to hire Eliza Norwell full time?" The reporter corners him. 

Justin scoffs, "Look, we're here for a G20 summit meeting, not a gossip column. Let's focus on what really matters at this time. I'd be happy to discuss that with you when we're not at a G20 summit." He swiftly blows to question off. 

The reporter blushes, "Of course, thank you Prime Minister for your time." 

As the reporter struts off I roll my eyes, "I knew she would somehow ask you something like that." I laugh. I notice the number of world leaders on the balcony is dwindling. "Are you supposed to be in a meeting right now?" 

Justin takes a sip of water, "No, that was my last one. Poor Barack, he still has three more." 

"I know you and your boyfriend hate to be apart for long, but what's the plan now that we can leave?" I ask as we head the elevator. 

Justin's eyes shine as he smiles. His crimson tie deepens the color of his eyes and makes his dark hair seem even darker. "We'll talk to Telford and see, but I think everyone is free tonight. Telford is always great about giving us sometime in countries when we visit. Of course, we have some publicity visits while I'm here." 

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A/N: SO THIS IS A TOTAL FILLER CHAPTER AND I'M SORRRY IT'S NOT THE GREATEST BUT HERE WE ARE SO YEAH! LOVE Y'ALL!:)