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"ARE YOU THE PRESIDENTS MISTRESS?!"

"MISS POPE ARE YOU HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH THE PRESIDENT?!"

"ARE YOU GOING TO SEE HIM RIGHT NOW?!"

Even the reporters' questions didn't snap me out of my "my father is the leader of B-613 and tried to have me killed" –haze. I could feel Tom guiding me towards the oval office. Towards Fitz. My Fitz. I don't care if he hates me, I don't even care if he was the leak, I just need him.

"Here you are Miss Pope," rumbled Tom as he opened the door.

I took a breath.

Cyrus was burying his face in his hands; I could hear his deep breaths, even over the scurrying PR team's freak out. Fitz, my Fitz, was gazing out the window.

He needs you, whispered a voice in my head, he needs you to do something, to be strong, he needs you here.

"You," I pointed to an aide," I need 6 computer monitors all hooked up to Skype and I need you to call my team and have Agent Gregory Stanton bring them here." The man nodded and ran out. This one was a young girl; very different to the middle aged man I had already sent out, and she was looking at me in awe and respect.

"Go to my home , Tom will take you, and grab 2 black power suits, 2 white, and 1 tan. Grab 3 dresses 1 white, 1 black, and the last one in a light color that's not white. Also grab some underwear and bras, as well as 2 pairs of black pumps, 2 pairs white, and 1 cream," I paused waiting for hers to finish up copying it down," grab my make-up bag from my bathroom along with my toothbrush, hair straightener, and curling iron."

I tossed her my keys after her pen finally stopped then I turned to Tom.

"Tom in my closet there is a medium wooden chest; I need you to bring it here. Go with, I'm sorry what was your name,' I directed my question to the woman holding my keys whose name I don't even know, I really need to be more cautious. If Huck finds out I'm never gonna hear the end of it.

"Sabrina, Sabrina Benni," she mumbles, I filed it away in the catacombs of my mind.

"Alright, Tom go with Miss Benni," I ordered. They both rushed out like bats out of hell.

"Miss Pope the monitors are ready," the male aide was back, I looked around as discretely as I could and noticed screens set up in the corner of the oval. Huh, ok my observation skills need work too.

"All of you clear out! Cyrus get the hell up," the room was cleared in seconds; I guess I really am that scary because the only people that were left in the room was Fitz, Cyrus, and I.

This Presidency is over, all of my work, our work, ruined. There is nothing you can do Olivia," snarled Cyrus. Really, does he not know me?

"Cyrus do you honestly think that I haven't prepared for this," my eyebrow cocked despite my internal struggle from earlier.

Fitz turned to me.

"I am not going to lie Livvy. I love you and I will tell the world that," he was firm on this and I felt a rush of love in my body, I could hear Cyrus sighing sadly.

"Oh you don't have to. Trust me," I smirked and I knew that all my plans revolved around two things, him staying on for another term and us being together. Whoever leaked this should have known.

You Don't Piss Off A Gladiator In A Suit.

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