Chapter 2

"Madam Secretary?" The young girl who called herself Margaret tilted her head in concern. Hillary couldn't think, her blood stopped in her body, her mind melted in her head. Who was this beauty? Hillary shook her head as if she could shake her distracted thoughts from her mind. Margaret smiled with understanding and held the coffee out for the former Secretary to take. Hillary collected herself and took the drink.

"Thank you, my dear." Hillary smiled.

"Of course, Mrs. Clinton." Hillary watched as Margaret turned and walked away. Oh god. Margaret was innocent, like a baby donkey, like the fragility of this great nation, like the smooth tones of Bill's saxophone. Hillary couldn't contain this emotion, she couldn't organize these feelings! Something strange happened as Hillary watched her intern walk away: the Secretary thought about her entire life up until that point, and she realized that she had never experienced the kind of emotion she just felt when Margaret handed her the coffee. What is this feeling? Hillary couldn't explain it. It was a sort of happiness, but mixed with an aching sadness. Something came over Hillary. She couldn't explain it. This was a strange feeling for her, because usually she knew all the answers and didn't want to divulge them, but now she had no answers, and wanted them desperately. Hillary ultimately decided it was now or never.

"Uh… Um. Margaret!" Hillary held a hand up in the air, gesturing for the intern to come back. Margaret turned her head to see who had called her name. When she noticed it was Hillary, she smiled and made her way back over to the politician.

"Yes, Mrs. Clinton?" Margaret smiled, her eyes a twinkling mass of patriotism. Hillary smiled, but drew a blank. Damn her sudden confidence! She searched her mind for something to say, but nothing came to her mind. Margaret blinked, waiting for a question that Hillary did not have. Hillary saw Margaret's hesitation, and knew that if she didn't say something fast, she'd end up looking like the Country's Idiot, Biden. QUICK! THINK! Think of something fast! Hillary scanned the back stage for ideas, but all she could see was poster after poster with her face on it; large posters with her own face and signature slogan "a vote for anyone except Hillary is sexist!"

"Mrs. Clinton?" Margaret politely inquired. "What was it you needed?"

"I was just wondering if…" THINK GOODAMMIT! "If I could seeyoulatertonightinmyoffice." Hillary nearly threw up the words. Margaret's expression became confused.

WHY DID I SAY THAT! NOW SHE'S GOING TO THINK I'M THE FEMALE BILL!

"I just need help with some paperwork." Hillary slyly added. God, with every scandal she was getting better and better at lying. She mentally high fived herself for her quick thinking.

Margaret still looked rather puzzled. "Madam Secretary, this is only my first week. I can't guarantee that I'll be any help." Hillary gave Margaret a reassuring smile.

"That's alright! You know, if you want, we can get some Chinese food afterwards!"

Margaret's face lit up like the Christmas tree in the White House (not that there would be any of that religious supremacy when Hillary took office.) "Of course, Mrs. Clinton!"

Hillary smiled and waved goodbye to Margaret.

Another success story to put in her sequel to Hard Choices.