My Love; My Life: Slipping Through My Fingers

C: Hyla

Setting: Washington dc; White House, just after the last chapters events...

"Madam President-"

"Hm?"

"..."

"Yes?"

"..."

"Well?"

"..."

"Huh," she sighs out as she puts her pen down and looks up, "what is it?"

"Madam President," they say clearing their throat

"..." she gives off an annoyed, bored look as her face rests on her left hand knuckles & her fingers on her right hand tap irritatedly on the desk top, "either tell me or GET OUT. As President, I'm extremely busy with bettering the country, so...What. Is. It?"

"..." they gulp nervously

"Either your new," Hyla sighs out, "or you just have no spine-so which is it?"

"Sssspppinelllesss ma'am," they reply nervously

"Just," she sighs again, "go get my bodyguard-he's a bit intimidating, but-"

But ma'am-"

"Let me put it bluntly then," she sighs, "I don't trust anyone in this place-accept my bodyguard. I only trust him," she states, "go."

"Yyyes ma'am," they say before leaving

Hyla goes back to writing up her newest bill for passing, & reading letters from citizens all over the country, but isn't long before her bodyguard slips in through the secret passageway. He's silent as always, as he keeps an over protective watch on things outside the window as he always does...

"So what's the skinny Minnie?" Hyla asks him

"..." he says nothing, doesn't look at her or express any form of emotion in any form

"Dude," she snaps, "I was told there's news fer me."

"Mm," he responds, "we're down ta the last-second ta last dictator," he tells her, "obviously people all round the world watch the news," he goes on, "those who can afford such things-"

"Cut ta the chase already," she groans

"Russia tipped off the last dictator on yer list," he tells her, "our spies tell us, theys didn't believe ya'll'd actually succeed n are planing war fearin we'll go back on our word ta exempt em."

"..." Hyla remains quiet for a moment at his words, she then presses an intercom button, "chief, hot chocolate-triple the Marshmallows and two piroulines in it..." she glances at her bodyguard, "make that two of them," she tells them, "oh! And two bowls of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream one covered in chocolate hardening shell, and the other caramel sauce, each with half a banana and one strawberry...oh! And don't forget shredded peppermint on them-"

"..."

"Will there be anything else madam President?"

"What?"

"Gimme a good ole fashion Cooper family brisket-"

"But madam, I don't-"

"Oh yea..." she says remembering, "scratch that order just the coco and ice cream."

"As you wish madam President."

"I don't eat ice cream," her bodyguard tells her

"Well taday ya do," she tells him, "cause I hate eatin desert alone."