"I want you to stay here this weekend."
Olivia grabbed a handful of popcorn and looked at the clock. They had this conversation every Friday night. It usually ended with Olivia sneaking out of the mansion before midnight.
"Natalie, you know I can't stay here."
"You can bring your daughter here. My dad won't mind."
"No, that's unprofessional."
"You never bring Abigail here."
"She doesn't want to come to work with her mom."
"Why not."
"Abigail has a busy schedule. Gymnastics, ballet and she doesn't want to be around her mom all day. That's so uncool. Right?"
"That's different. My mom is a bitch."
Olivia tried not to laugh. Angela was Fitz wife. She respected that...at least in front of the media. The world didn't need to know that Olivia and Fitz had an ongoing affair for more than a decade.
"Who stays with your daughter while you work?"
"She's by herself until my shift is over."
"You leave an 11 year old at home until midnight?"
"I only stay at the mansion after 9:00 on weekends. You know that."
"Who cooks for her?"
"She has money for delivery and we text every few minutes. You also know that."
"What if she goes outside after curfew?"
"She doesn't."
"How do you know that?"
"Can we stop talking about my kid and watch the movie?"
Olivia threw a few popcorn kernels at Natalie. She wasn't going down the rabbit hole. Some questions were better left unanswered.
"Can I go home with you this weekend?"
"No."
"Why not."
"I'm your nanny. You wouldn't make it at my house."
"You don't want me at your house?"
"You'll have to clean up after yourself and eat cereal."
"You don't clean and cook for Abigail?"
"No, we go to restaurants, and we clean up after ourselves."
"Natalie, why are you still down here?"
"The movie just started a few minutes ago."
"I'll stay a few more hours Fitz."
"Yes, we need to talk. Go study Natalie."
"It's Friday. I hate studying."
Natalie pouted and followed Fitz command. He was always kicking her out of the room whenever he needed to talk to her nanny.
"What?"
"I really don't like you leaving your daughter home alone at night."
"My daughter can handle herself for a few hours."
"I want you to start bringing her to work with you. Every day starting tomorrow."
Olivia laughed, "I can't do that."
"You've never let me meet her."
"You wanted me to bring her to the White House?"
"Why not? Plenty of nannies bring their kids to work. Now that we're in Vermont, you don't have an excuse."
"What about your wife?"
"We're in the middle of a divorce you know that."
"I'm not bringing my daughter here."
"Why not Olivia?"
"Why do you want to see my kid?"
"I have my reasons."
"Are you really going there Fitz? You still think Abigail is your daughter?"
"Why shouldn't I think that Livvie?"
"You are insufferable Fitz. When you're not living out your delusions of me being Natalie's mother, you're trying to claim my kid with another man."
"I think you've never been with another man. I was your first, and I don't think there has ever been anyone else."
"You really need to work on your marriage."
"I'm finding out a lot of new things, and the pieces are slowly coming together."
"Goodbye Fitz. My shift is over."