I always wondered about what Josh's first full day as Chief-of-Staff for Santos would be like. This is my own take on what Jan. 21 would be. The day will be covered in four chapters. I hope you enjoy it. Gregg.

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4:30am

Josh groaned as his alarm sounded, putting a halt to a rather awesome dream, if he did say so himself, and bringing him to the reality that he had to get up out of this comfortable bed where he was enjoying the warmth and comfort of one Donna Moss. Oh, yes. Donnatella. The pinnacle of his total greatness had now been achieved. He got to wake up next to Donnatella Moss every morning. His glory was coursing through his ego laden mind until he looked at the clock. He poked Donna and looked at her.

"Uh, Donna?" he asked.

"Hmm?" Donna said lazily with a smile as she turned over to face him. She loved waking up with him.

"Is there some reason that the alarm was set for 4:30 instead of 5:30?" Josh asked. "We have a full day today, you know, and I need my manly presence to be ship shape which necessitates sleeping until 5:30."

"Manly presence?" Donna questioned, amused at the lengths to which his ego directed his self-described importance.

"I am Da Man, Donnatella," he reminded her. "Now what about my man sleep?"

Donna rolled her eyes, but shifted closer to him and placed a hand on his cheek. "I thought that on Da Man's first full day as the President's Chief-of-Staff, he might like to begin with a little roll in the hay with the First Lady's Chief-of-Staff," she told him, giving him a lusty, feminine leer.

"Man sleep is for pansies," Josh said solemnly as he rolled over on top of her, kissing her deeply.

6:30am

Josh walked into his new office and took a seat, glowering at the massive stacks of files demanding his attention at this early hour. He was used to the early time. His whole career had been early mornings and long days, but to find his desk so organized, yet so piled on with paperwork was a bit overwhelming, even for Da Man. It was times like this that he wondered how Leo ever did it for as long as he did without a heart attack. Oh, well. He had Margaret at his beck and call, just like Leo and CJ had, so he knew that the office would be a well oiled machine. Maybe not so well oiled as when Donna was his assistant, but Margaret was a damn good second choice. He made a mental note not to ever mention that to Margaret or he knew he could kiss the jewels goodbye. Looking over the pile, he didn't see what he was looking for.

"Margaret!" he bellowed like he always used to with Donna.

"You know yelling in the vicinity of the Oval Office does have a tendency to put the Secret Service on edge," Margaret said as she entered the office, knowing that no matter what she said it wouldn't change the man before her.

"Where's the President's schedule, and also mine?" Josh demanded.

Margaret went right to the neatly piled folders and on the very top of one pile took two sheets of paper and then handed them to Josh. "Right here where you could see them quite easily," she said. "Are you testing me? I know you used to spend a great deal of time creating busy work for Donna so she would be in your presence so you had a distraction, but you need to know that I am not a distraction, and I know for a fact that Donna is not into threesomes."

Josh's eyes bugged out at that one. "Threesomes?" he shrieked, his voice moving up in pitch which always amused everyone of long acquaintance.

"And I am happily involved with a lawyer named Todd who I don't believe would approve of me being eye candy for my boss," Margaret continued, knowing she was really yanking his chain now, and loving it.

"Eye candy?" the shrieking voice pierced the room once more.

"You have Senior Staff in twenty minutes, and Sam said he needs ten minutes alone right after the meeting before you meet with the President for the National Security Briefing," Margaret told him and left a nearly hyperventilating Josh Lyman still sitting there.

Josh shook his head and decided that he must have imagined all that. There was no way that she had just said all that, and if she had, he was going to place himself firmly in denial. Yep. That what he had to do. He glanced at the two schedules that she had handed him, and then began tackling the mountain of files. It was time to do his job.

8:30am

Josh ignored the pile of unread folders on his desk and took one that was far more important with him to the couch on the other side of his office. It was time to get off the pot and deal with a long overdue matter. The label on the file said it all. Dr. Freeride. Yep. That walking sleaze bucket was going to get what he deserved once and for all, and now that Josh was the Chief-of-Staff and had the President's wholehearted approval, he was going to unleash the full fury that the situation warranted.

For years now he had been silently waiting in the wings for the last piece of info that he needed to begin. For some crazy reason no one had been willing to give him the last name of Freeride. Some nonsense about not wanted Josh in jail or something. As if that would have happened. Leo and President Bartlett would have pardoned him in a nanosecond seeing as they had held the same low estimate of Freeride that Josh had.

Now let's see. First on the list was a full court press on Donna's parents to reveal the pond scum's last name. Once that had been accomplished second on the list was to sic the IRS on his sorry ass with a full scale battery of business and personal audits. The full treatment ones where you feel the auditors are aiming a damn microscope up your ass. Third was to review very carefully, and with extreme prejudice, his academic credentials and also his professional licensing. Fourth was to prosecute the slug to within an inch of his life so that no one in their right mind would ever want anything to do with him ever again, thus destroying his miserable existence. And last, but not least, was to give him a bill for all the money Donna had wasted on his sorry ass, and all the pain and misery he'd caused her way back when.

Josh was thinking delightedly wicked thoughts when his cell phone rang. A little shocked, he picked it up and was surprised to see that it was his Mom calling. He answered.

"Hi, Mom," he said.

"Joshua," came the reply.

"Uh, is there something you needed? I am kind of busy now, you know, uh, helping run the country?" Josh told her. "At least something that couldn't wait until tonight."

"I want grandchildren."

If Josh had had any liquid in his mouth right then it would have sprayed across the room. "I'm in my office on my first full day as Chief-of-Staff and you want to talk about grandchildren?" he said in a slightly off pitch tone.

"You and Donna are finally, at long last, together," she reminded him. "I have been patiently waiting for the last nine years since you met her, and now is my chance. I intend on bringing up the subject of my need for grandchildren at every available opportunity."

"Meaning pretty much every day," Josh surmised.

"Exactly," she told him. Then she got serious. "Your Father would be so proud of you, Joshua. I am sure Noah and Leo are looking down on you with pride. Never forget that, and the fact that you have earned the position you now occupy."

"Thanks, Mom," Josh told her once he had his emotions under control.

"Now get back to work and stop trying to figure out who that schmuck Dr. Freeride is. You have vastly more important things to take care of," she ordered and then hung up.

Josh held out the phone and looked at it in astonishment. How the Hell did she know? He was still trying to figure that one out when Margaret came in and put a small plate with one of those healthy rice things on it. Josh gave it a jaundiced look.

"What the Hell is this? I asked for pancakes, fried eggs, and hash browns," he protested.

"Donna gave strict instructions about your diet at work," Margaret told him. "Is your heart giving out? She sounded concerned. You know Leo worked to hard, so maybe you should slow down and maybe plan another vacation soon."

"Just go," Josh waved her away, understanding how Leo always got so exasperated with her, but knowing she was indispensable. He made a mental note as he bit down on the tasteless thing to discuss with Donna the beauty of a manly breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

A/N: Well, there's the first segment of the day. I hope that you have enjoyed this one. Others are going to make their appearances, of course. Gregg.