The sounds of the crowd almost drowned out Hillary's thoughts, but she managed to keep a tight-lipped smile on her face. They were cheering for her. All for her. She waved to the crowd as she made her way backstage. She had just made the perfect speech. Only a couple hundred 'ums' and pauses, and she managed to not answer any of the questions asked. Success. She could still hear the adoring crowd from where she was backstage.

"Hil-Dog for Prez!"

"We love you, Hillary!"

"Where did you get that delightful pantsuit?"

She smiled, and started to look for Bill. Oh trusty, Bill. Hillary smiled as she thought about the love and devotion of the man who made her the first lady of the United States. She just wished he would pay attention to some of her problems once in a while…

"Have you seen Bill?" She asked the nearest secret service agent. The secret service agent looked quite nervous. "Uh… no… I didn't see him with any woman, Madame Secretary… I have no idea where he is…"

"Okay!" Hillary nodded to the man in thanks. Hmm, where could that man be…? She thought. The last time her and Bill were separated, she found him walking out of a woman's restroom with a young lady. It was okay though, because he said he was just talking to the young lady about democracy and patriotism. He talked to lots of young ladies about patriotism apparently, because it seemed like every time Hillary left him alone, he would disappear and then show up again from some strange place with a disheveled looking 20-something year old woman. Hillary truly admired his dedication to Democracy.

"Bill? Bill?" Hillary called out.

"He's not here, Madame Secretary," A voice called out from behind her. She turned to see the familiar face. It was Al Gore! "In fact, I have an inconvenient truth for you, Mrs. Clinton," he continued.

"I don't need to hear about Global Warming now," Hillary politely tried to get away from the former Vice President.

"No, not that, I mean the inconvenient truth about Mr. Clinton."

"About Bill?" Hillary gasped. "Is he alright?"

"Yes, there's nothing to worry about Mrs. Clinton… there's just… there's just something I thought you should know…" Al Gore then pulled a graph out of his suit pocket and showed Mrs. Clinton. The graph had nothing to do with anything he was saying, but true to Al Gore's style, he always shows at least three or four unrelated graphs or statistics for every conversation.

"What does the amount of chlorofluorocarbons in your mother's house have anything to do with my Billy?"

"Nothing, but I thought you should know… he's been cheating on you Mrs. Clinton." Hillary gasped. The world spun around her. No way… not my Bill.

But as time came to pass, Hillary found that what Al Gore was saying… had factual evidence (for once).

Hillary continued her presidential campaign despite the pain she was feeling. She found that her once genuine and sincere smile had turned into a condescending one. She was truly feeling heartbroken. But then the day came that changed her life forever.

The crowd's roar died down as she ducked backstage, no longer feeling triumphant. The speech was once again a success, the questions about Benghazi and the email scandals seemed to have died down and been replaced by the Clinton Foundation's money laundering scandal and she was able to dodge answering any questions with professional skill. She didn't see Bill backstage, but she knew… he was probably with some 'Monica' or 'Autumn' or some other girl.

But then… it happened… the moment that changed Hillary Clinton's life.

"Would you like a cup of coffee, Madame Secretary?" A young blonde girl asked her. Passion for politics glimmered in her eyes.

"Who… who are you?" Hillary asked in wonder.

"Margaret, the new intern."