President Fitzgerald Thomas Grant III was having a bad day; a monumentally bad and insanely horrific, migraine-inducing bad day. In the 7:40 morning upfront meeting
with Cyrus, Billy and his VP, an aide startled him just as his blessed morning coffee skimmed his lips, and he spilled it, all down his shirtfront and the important papers on
the table in front of him. He also had two very intense arguments with his daemon of a wife about 2 things, his bid for re-election and his apparently noticeable attraction
to his former employee, one Ms. Olivia Thalia Elizabetta Pope. This took some doing and somehow, someway he accomplished this before 11 o'clock.
Dammit, Fitz thought. He sat down in the red room and partially closed the curtains. The Red Room was an old and informal board room that no one used anymore. He
just wanted to enjoy two free hours in his otherwise very busy schedule. I wish Olivia was still here in the WH. Quickly his thoughts centered on her and became very R-
rated. He was in the middle of a particularly explicit fantasy where Liv sat on his desk in the Oval Office, hair undone and cascading over her shoulders, wearing nothing but red heels while she sucked on an equally red
lollipop, when he thought he heard her voice mingling with the sound of a deeper, more masculine one. Fitz old boy, you're losing your mind, there's no way Livvie is here.
She left you. She left us. For good. It had been nine long, tortured, and miserable months, without her by his side. The sound of heels clicking softly came closer and
closer then paused right in the front of the window with her back to him. The woman had nice assets he noticed. She wasn't that tall even in her power heels and wore
a nice navy-blue pants suit with an attractively fitted jacket. Her hair was in a low pony tail and she looked really familiar. Then she turned her head to the left and he
recognized her. She was his water and he was a very thirsty man. Oh, could he drown in her. Olivia looked radiant. Without him. Her full, pouty lips were curled into a
smile and she wore his favorite lip colour. Just thinking about her made his pants get uncomfortably tight. After shifting around a bit in the chair, he thanked god for his
foresight in closing the curtains and not turning on the lights. That man was touching her on the elbow, and she did nothing to discourage him. She was fine without
him. She's moved on Fitzy boy.
To add salt to the wound she moved closer and hugged the man she walked down the corridor with- no it couldn't be- a certain Billy fucking Chambers. They
Laughed together and to Fitz they looked to be having a grand old time. He touched her hand. He was standing inappropriately close to her, and she didn't even mind. Fitz's hand clenched involuntarily, curling into a fist. It was like a watching a train-wreck as Olivia murmured something to him and Billy moved even closer as he laughed and kissed her cheek. That was the last straw. Fitz saw red.