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Chapter Six

"It's sex." Abby's voice rang clearly through the phone.

"I'm sorry?" Olivia asked, "What is sex?"

"Mosley." Abby responded excitedly.

Olivia scowled at the phone, "Abby Whelan, you are making no sense whatsoever. What do you mean 'Mosley is sex?'"

"Tiny Toes Production is a sex video production company and Mosley works for them. They do foot porn." Abby continued, "He's known as 'Brock The Mouth Stone.'" She squealed.

Olivia rolled her eyes, "You're way too excited about this." She scoffed, "Is Harrison with you?"

"He's scoping out Mosley's house." Abby replied. "Need me to do anything?"

"No, I'm going to shoot Harrison some instructions." Olivia hung up before Abby could interrupt. She paused, "Now, as for the two of you," she faced Fitz and Mellie, "according to your schedules, Karen and Jerry have Parent-Teacher Conferences this week."

Mellie stared blankly up at her, "So? This is so much more important!" She cried.

"Not this week it isn't." Olivia stated calmly. "You two are on the next flight to Santa Barbara."

Mellie shot up, "You've got to be kidding me? Right in the middle of primaries? We're already losing New Hampshire because of this rumor, now you want us to go galavanting off to California for some stupid conferences."

Olivia moved to stand in front of her, "Listen to me, you're losing New Hampshire no matter what. You may as well accept that fact." Before Mellie could argue, Olivia plowed forward, "The question is do you want to lose the entire primary?"

Mellie sneered at her, "Well of course not. What does a trip to Santa Barbara have to do with anything?"

Olivia fought the urge to throttle her. She tossed Fitz a pleading glance to reign in his wife. "Just hear her out, Mel. Stop jumping down her throat. She's here to help, not to hurt." He glanced at her, "Please, Olivia, continue."

"Thank you, Governor." Olivia nodded, "You're going to show the voters that your family comes first." She paused, "Remember, you're Republican candidates. Family values matter to Republican voters. So, you're going to Parent-Teacher Conferences." She tapped her fingers on the table top, "We're going to leak it to the press, we're going to put a staged reporter out there and you will only answer his questions."

"Who are you going to use?" Stephen asked.

Olivia's eyes narrowed in on Cyrus, "Where did you get the info from the story?" She asked, "Who was your contact?"

Cyrus stared down at his feet, "A junior reporter from The Post, James Novak."

"Get him here for a meeting." She spun, "I need to call Harrison." She exited the room without another word.

SCANDAL

Harrison skimmed through the DVD collection in the hidden cupboard in Mosley's living room. "Oh, this is too good." He murmured, picking up one of them. Pulling out the DVD labeled Twinkle Toes on Parade, he grimaced. Putting it in, he settled back in one of the overstuffed chairs to watch.

Fifteen minutes later, he heard the front door open and suddenly, "Who the hell are you?"

Harrison turned slightly and sent him a lecherous grin, "You are quite the star, my man. I can't say that toe sucking is really my thing, but you do it quite well." He stood up, letting the DVD continue to play.

"What are you doing in my house?" Mosley asked again, glancing nervously between Harrison and the DVD. "I'm calling the cops." He dug in his pocket for his cell phone.

"No need, man, already done. You're going to need them to handle the media once it gets out that Paul Mosley, literacy advocate, is actually a porn star." Harrison chuckled, and tossed him the remote, "Now, I can do one of two things," he straightened his tie, "I can slip out there and tell the press that you are a porn star or you can use this time with the press to deny the alleged affair with Mellie Grant." He grinned, "It's up to you."

SCANDAL

James Novak stared around at the headquarters in New Hampshire. He couldn't believe he'd been invited by Cyrus Beene to the headquarters. "James Novak, Olivia Davis." Cyrus opened the door, introducing the two of them immediately.

"Thank you for coming, Mr. Novak." Olivia motioned for him to sit down. "We're going to give you a small lead." She offered him.

"A lead?" He asked.

"The Grants are leaving New Hampshire." She told him, "To head to Santa Barbara."

James's eyes narrowed, "Why are you telling me this?" He asked.

"There have been a lot of questions surrounding Mellie Grant's relationship with Paul Mosley." James dropped his gaze from Olivia's. "The tip you gave Cyrus was very helpful, James," Olivia continued, "and we're prepared to give you an interview with the Grants next week when they're in DC for the Veteran's Breakfast" his eyes lit up at the prospect, "but we need you to be outside of their hotel in an hour with a microphone, prepared to ask them this one question." She held out a piece of paper.

James opened it, "'Is it a good idea to leave in the middle of a primary for Parent-Teacher Conferences?'" He glanced up at her, "This is why they're leaving?" He asked.

Olivia nodded, "Yes, now, can you do this for us, James? This is the only question they'll be taking and if you don't want to ask it, I will find someone else to"

"No," James straightened, "I'll be there. Don't worry."

"Thank you, James." Olivia shook his hand, "Cyrus will be in touch with the details for the interview in DC."

"Thank you." James beamed at her, "And thank you, Cyrus."

Cyrus flushed lightly, "No problem."

When James left, Olivia turned to face Cyrus with an arched brow, "Now that is interesting." She murmured with a smirk.

"What?" Cyrus snapped.

Olivia chuckled, "Cyrus, you're blushing." She teased him, "You like James."

"He's a reporter. What's to like?" Cyrus grumbled.

Olivia shook her head, "No, you like him like him." She grinned at him, "You should say something to him, Cy."

Cyrus shook his head, "I don't, I'm not" he sighed, "What would I even say?"

Olivia glanced out of the open doorway as Fitz walked by, "You shouldn't deny your feelings. You're both single, so there shouldn't be anything holding you back. Trust me, it could be worth it." She patted his arm, "Just think about it."

SCANDAL

"Now," Olivia straightened out Fitz's collar, "don't let Mellie answer the question, you answer it. And you only answer the one from James." She fidgeted with the lapel of his coat, "You know what to say?"

Fitz nodded, "I know, Olivia. You've already trained me well."

"Not well enough, it seems." She snapped.

"What the hell does that mean?" Fitz asked, taking a step forward.

Olivia took a step away from him and held up her hands defensively, "It means that you need to start paying more attention to her in interviews and at town hall events. You won't even touch her. Now I can demonstrate and have Stephen coach you all day long, but if you won't pretend like you can at least stand her, then we don't stand a chance." She moved to the door. "You're heading out in five minutes."

SCANDAL

"Presidential Candidate Fitzgerald Grant and his wife, Mellie Grant, left New Hampshire before the primaries were over to attend Parent-Teacher Conferences in Santa Barbara. Grant gave the following statement in regards to this shocking move:

'Is it a good idea? Of course it's a good idea. These are our children, and campaign or not, they come first. If that means I lose the primary here in New Hampshire, then so be it. Now, if you'll excuse us, we have a flight to catch.'"

"What do you think?" Olivia asked.

"I think you did well, Liv." Edison's deep voice echoed through the phone.

"Think it was enough to win New Hampshire?" She asked.

He chuckled, "It was good, Liv, but it wasn't that good. You know that. The scandal with Mosley made the news first." He reminded her.

Olivia sighed, "That's a bummer." She took a sip of her wine, "I'll be back in DC next week though for a few days for the Veteran's Breakfast. You'll be there, right?"

"I've cleared my schedule." She could practically hear his grin, "I've got to go, Liv. I have an early morning tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll see you next week." She promised before ending the call.

SCANDAL

XOXO

MAS