Olivia could feel the realization come to Fitz. He noticed the ring she wore; he could feel it. How could he not? It's a five karat princess cut sterling silver with a diamond band, it was very noticeable.

"I'm good, Mr. President," Olivia replied trying to take her hand back. Fitz held her hand tight almost to the point of breaking it. "How are you?" She used her other hand to cup his hand on hers and attempted to pry his fingers loose.

"Tonight will be great. I'd like to talk with you later on official business. Enjoy yourself tonight."

Olivia continued on to the party finding her seat. Since the invitation was for Edison and a guest, she looked for his name. After a few moments she found it. The seating arrangement had them sitting far away from Fitz toward the back with other Congressmen. Most of who she sat with was people she knew, a couple she had even fixed situations for.

The waiters came out serving the Black Mole the chef had prepared. A mixture of lamb, chicken, and tuna with vegetables and bread. When she finished eating and dancing had started, Liv decided to make her way to the bar for a glass of wine.

"Red wine please?" she asked the bartender.

"I'd know that voice anywhere," Cyrus said a few feet down from her. "What are you doing here?" He was happy to see her from what she could tell but was also a little concerned.

"Representing. Hello Cyrus," Liv told him, hugging him. "Don't worry, the President knows that I am here."

"But what are you doing here? Representing OPA? That's a good chance for publicity but the way I hear it, OPA is doing amazing business."

Olivia smiled and sipped her wine. "OPA is doing great. Always a problem to fix in this city." She held up her hand showing Cyrus her ring.

Cyrus caught her hand, staring at the ring, jaw dropped. "Did you wear that to piss him off?"

"Like I said, I'm here representing. I came for my husband. Edison had to leave to Georgia tonight and couldn't make it. You don't not show up for a State Dinner without good cause. So he asked me to come instead. I had to do it."

"What did Fitz say when he saw it?"

"Played it cool. Never said a word about the ring. He just tried to break my hand. What's this official business that he needs? Why can't you tell me?" Cyrus put his hand through his hair, unsure what to tell her yet. There was a reason that the administration needed her help but here was not the place to say it. "Is it another aid?" she whispered.

"God, I hope not. It's one of the bills he's trying to pass. It's not going over well. Actually, it's your husband holding up the issue."

"Then no, I will not help. I am not getting involved between those two. If Edison thinks it's not a good bill and doesn't want to support it, then I support him. The President can't swing support just because I'm Edison's wife."

Cyrus nodded, understanding her situation completely. He left to go find James leaving Olivia at the bar for a while.

"Ms. Pope," a male voice came from behind her.

She turned around to see Tom a few inches behind her. "Hi Tom."

"Will you follow me please?"

"Tom, let me ask you something. When have I ever made it easy on you to take me to him?"

"Never ma'am."

"And I'm not about to start now. I know you are only trying to do your job and I am too. Please inform the President that I will not be able to accompany him tonight. Tell him that he can call my office tomorrow morning and we will talk." She finished her wine and left the glass on the stand walking back to her table. On the way she caught the sight of Fitz dancing with Mellie. He looked happy, even though she knew it was his fake happy.

The song ended and everyone applauded the musicians. Tom went over to Fitz standing to the side whispering in his ear. He nodded and let Tom go back to work.

Fitz escorted Mellie back to their table going to get her a drink.

He handed it to her and excused himself to the other side of the room. On his way to her, he greeted everyone who spoke to him. Fitz took the empty seat next to Olivia as she drank another glass of wine.

"We need to talk," he told her.

"Cyrus already informed me of the crisis. You can leave me out of that one. It's a conflict of interest for me. If it was a good bill, Edison would have already added his support to it," Liv informed him.

"I need to speak with you, our spot in five minutes."

"You should check your hearing, Mr. President. I just told you we have nothing to discuss."

No one was sitting at the table, luckily for them. "Our spot now or I'll have Tom drag you out there," he said with a smile to not look suspicious.

"You can't leave a State Dinner. And I'm going home."

"You aren't leaving until we've discussed this further and I can and will leave this dinner. Our spot now." Fitz stood up before she could say another word.

Before he could walk away, Olivia grabbed his arm stopping him, standing off ready for battle. "If you want to speak with me, you call my office and make an appointment. I don't work for you."

"As President of the United States, I am in need of your services."

Olivia folded her arms taking a serious tone with him. "My business hours are from nine am to five pm. You can make an appointment with me then. Have a nice night, Mr. President."

Liv grabbed her handbag that was sitting on the table and started to walk away before he grabbed her arm. "I will drag you out of here myself if I have to."

"You are making a scene."

"I don't care."

She forcefully removed her arm from his grasp nearly falling to the floor. "You can make an appointment." Olivia went out the door to her car and went home.