If you didn't know I pretty much borrowed this idea from Shonda Rhymes and the tv show called scandal. So this is my SON take on it(; I hope this is enjoyed if not sorry i suck. REVIEWS ARE WELCOMED! I'll update once a week for sure maybe even twice.

Spencer's POV

"Carlin and Associate, this is what it feels like to be a part of C&A." Harper smiled inwardly and looked around.

"I can't believe I'm here." Spencer saw Harper speaking to herself in her office and she just shook her head. Chelsea walked in a pep in her step to face Spencer. Chelsea was about late twenties. She had light mocha skin and a small afro that bounced when she walked. Her eyes were a kind brown and her face was wore from work.

"What are you doing?" She asked looking over at Chelsea.

"Looking for Madison where is she?" Chelsea said looking around.

"I honestly have no idea." I said and walked further into my office. The TV's were allied diagonal from my desk opposite of the windows near the doors.

"Where'd you find her?" Chelsea said looking at me.

"Just heard of her." I said looking at my best friend in her face. Her eyes twitched then looked around the office.

"Please be her right hand man." I smiled and Chelsea nodded before walking out.

I am Spencer Carlin. The fixer. I fix things no let me be politically correct. I am what people call a miracle worker. I work situations until they are seen as miracles. That's my job. I'm a disaster manger. I hire those who are in need of miracles and build them up to create things. I have Chelsea who has worked for me the longest. She was pregnant by my brother Clay who is senator of Ohio. My mother almost made her abort it. I took her in and Clay and her had a spilt. My mother didn't want the baby or publicity of this without them being married. It politically would have looked like a shot gun wedding and that is political suicide. I also have Madison her parents went bankrupt and tried to pin a fake death on her. I took her in as my own quickly. Then I have Jane who used to be a foreign torture specialist. She's quiet and sticks to her own. I try my hardest to not push boundaries. The love I have for her is undeniable. Lastly, I have adopted Harper but let's not go into as much detail about her yet her story is yet to tell.

"Spencer." Someone spoke and I lifted my head from my palms.

"We have a client." I looked up to see a David Melcom a well known politican from the democrat party. He owned charities for hunger of the world. He fed foreign countries one involving Iraq.

"David, Welcome." I stood and shook his hand. He looked around and sat down.

"I heard you can make things go away." He said nervously. I considered his lazy posture. His leg bounced every four seconds and he tapped is fingers on my desk. The man was overwhelmed.

I studied his features trying not to gawk. The man was honestly gorgeous. He had short brown hair muscular body and a wedding ring on the wrong finger.

"What's the issue?" I asked curiously. Already knowing infidelity was probably the answer.

"As you know, I have recently been married to Josie Artix. A fashion model." I nodded and he went on.

"When I was away, I happened to sleep with Saudi Arabian's leader Kuhalia Deftour's daughter. Khaia." I sat up not changing my facial expression but looking for key words and triggers in his voice.

"Well if covering an affair is what you're concerned about I see no problem. They will keep this under wraps. Unless a child was born.." My voice dropped and he shook his head no.

"It's not that. She happened to fallen for me and insisted an international arranged marriage."

"Come again?" I tilted my head. "Her father won't allow that?"

"Well after talking to President Davies, whom I'm sure you worked for at one time, they shared the common believe by pairing us it may do something with an alliance."

"Go on." I sat back and began to actually listen.

"Well I like the girl but I'm in love with my wife as well."

"Well you need to tell me an outcome. Either you choose to be with your wife or Khaia. It's what I ask all my clients I want an out of this and I get it done."

"I want my wife happy again." He smiled and I nodded.

"We will be in touch." I smiled and he stood then let our hands met in a shake.

I snapped gaining the attention of everyone in the office and we all walked into the conference room. This is what I like to call the brain storming room. Everything came together here as well as fell apart. It was a bright trophy on a broken shelf.

"I need background checks on the following: Josie Anix Melcom fashionist, David Melcom her husband, the Melcom hunger program MHP. Leader Kuhalia Deftour's political movements and his daughter's Khaia." They all nodded and sped off except Harper.

"What do you want me to do?" She asked she had dark red hair that curled at the bottoms. She was wearing a grey suit was a purple blouse. Her face was decorated with light freckles and her eyes a dark shade of blue.

"Set up your office and follow Chelsea around. Whatever she wants you get clear?" I asked and she nodded and scurried off. I looked around the office and inhaled.

"A new client a new day let the fun begin" I grabbed my Gucci sunglasses from my desk, my matching bag and coat. I walked out of the older aritecture office into an elevator. The elevator went down as I walked outside I looked around at the Washington setting. God this place was gorgeous. The trees blew about and the sun was raised with a wonderful draft. I heard my phone going off and I heard the voice of an old friend. Aiden Dennison. Who was the President's Chief of Staff.

"Carlin." I spoke and I could feel his smile.

"Loud and clear." He laughed and I could see him in his office with his feet up.

"What can I do for you?" I asked and he was silent.

"Can I see you in 20 minutes at the spot?"

"Yes you can." We both hung up without further conversation. Aiden Dennison and I went way back. We went back to high school. We even went to UCLA together. As we took the same classes, he focused on politics as I found a fancy in law. That's right, I am a lawyer. It comes with the job title to professionally think outside the box. My feet picked up in a faster pace knowing Aiden was going to beat me there.

I looked toward the white house and noticed the black fence blocking off unwanted entrance.

"Looking beautiful as always" Aiden said behind me handing me a Starbucks vanilla chi tea latte. I smiled at him and took a sip. Aiden wore a plan black and white suit. He fit in Washington D.C as just like the rest of the handsome power men of our ages.

"Thank you sir, what can I do you for?" I asked smiling at my old pal. We both walked toward a bench and sat.

"Well first off how is C&A?" He asked interested his green eyes sparkling reflecting off of the sunlight.

"Actually great and how is the beautiful Kyla?" I asked smiling at him.

"As sweet as always and stressed perhaps" He looked down at his coffee and sighed.

"I honestly cannot wait until the wedding." Aiden inhaled.

"I'm just as excited."

"Are you bringing a date?" He asked curiously.

"No. Do I ever bring dates?" I stated more than questioned.

"I just thought you would have found someone by now."

"I'm not normal Aid. It will never happen." I said and shook my head.

"What do you need?"

"I need help." He said and scratched the back of his head.

"With?"

"I need to handle an employee." Aiden stated.

"You want me to get rid of an employee? Why?"

"Poking around in old letters."

"What kind of letters?" I asked.

"The wrong kind of letters Spencer" Aiden's tone was harsh and cold. It hit a nerve and we had a mutual understanding of the stakes at hand.

My face went red and I remember exactly what was going on. I nodded my head and proceeded to think.

"Give me a name."

"Communications of White House called by the name of Wren Thomas." I nodded.

"How is she?" I asked and Aiden tilted his head.

"Tired" was easily put and words were understood.

"Aren't we all?" I asked and Aiden laughed.

"Running a country isn't exactly what she thought it would be." Aiden stood up fixing his suit.

"Neither is being married." I winked at him and kissed his check.

"I hope that isn't towards me." Aiden said and laughed.

"Aiden you're crazy to marry your boss's sister."

"At least it's not the boss." It stung the heart. I didn't know if he knew but if he did it was a low blow.

"This is true. Oh do you know anything about an alliance with David Melcom?" I asked curiously trying to pry.

"Recent client?" Aiden asked just as curious. I didn't need to nod because he understood.

"You should help him." Aiden said before turning back and walking towards the white house. I looked over the house and smiled.

(Back at the office)

"Josie Melcom, fashionist launched a line of bags and teenage wear in order to raise knowledge of the Melcom program. " Madison said placing a picture of Josie on the window. The Latina seemed unphased briefing us all. She almost moved as a robot voice and annunciation almost perfectly hiding her accent.

"David Melcom also known as playboy Melcom has been known to take long business trips to see his mistress. How sweet. Now see wants a ring. The program would indeed actually help out in Saudia to be honest it would create a way for the government to pry into Saudia." She continued.

"But why does President Davies want an arranged marriage?" I thought to myself.

"Does the Melcom program have any ties with the white house?" I asked.

"Yes."

"How so?"

"Kyla Davies works in communication is a giant part of the cause." My ears were burning.

"How much money has the Melcom program does the white house own?"

"35 percent." Harper piped in.

"Who does Kyla Davies work for?"

"She's an intern." Harper chirped cutting off Madison. Madison looked at Chelsea and Chelsea growled at Madison.

"I need more." I said and whipped out my phone. I looked out of the TV and noticed Aiden and the president Davies walking across the screen. I dialed Aiden.

"Put her on." Aiden handed the phone to Ashley. She wore a nicely ironed outfit. It was a black suit with a blue blouse. Her trench coat dragged to the ground and she looked at the phone and smiled at my name. Her nose crinkled and I felt my insides freeze up. My pulse began to beat into my throat. I was confident my heart beat could be picked up on the other line.

"It's been so long little bird." Swoon. I kept my voice from shaking but my smile was still plastered on my face. I was happy she couldn't see me or the effect she had just by talking. It was like a fresh breeze or simply just what I needed to hear.

"Who's Wren Thomas?" I asked and her face dropped. It crimpled my stomach but I had to see her reaction. It helps me learn. Her face recovered as she cleared her throat.

"A part of the White House Communications apparently writing a story that may do some damage."

"Is he using your sister?" I asked curiously.

"She may work for him why?"

"Ashley."

"There is a strong chance she works for him." Ashley confirmed.

"What's his story about?" I asked and Ashley turned towards the monitor and gave me a dazzling smile.

"I have not idea." She said and she could feel my eyes blazing at her.

"I'll talk to you later." I finished before hanging up.

I hung up and Ashley was smiling on the television again shaking her head and handed the phone to Aiden. I smiled and walked out muting the television behind me.

"Can someone inform me if Kyla Davies works for Wren Thomas?" I asked and I heard Harper speak.

"She does." Madison said.

Just as I thought.

"Can I get Wren Thomas's phone number?" I asked and walked back into my office looking out the view.

"I have it Spencer." Madison said handing me a sheet of paper with 10 digits across it.

It was a beautiful to have what you wanted handed to you the moment you asked.

"Hello this is Spencer Carlin is this Wren Thomas?" I asked the moment I heard a male's breath hitch.

"This is him speaking." I smiled and began to walk out the door again.