IM BAAAAAACKKKKKKK! Did you miss me? I sure missed yall! It hasn't taken me sooo long to find the inspiration to write the next & following chapters… ugh! I hate writers block.

I'm trying to write a fight between Figz & Olivia. And it's honestly so hard for me because I hate seeing them fight. But in relationships, there will be fights and struggles. So to seem like a real couple, Olitz has to go through that.

Please bare with me! It's going to be a bumpy chapter or two! I hope to get better with updating this, I use to update it almost everyday!

Okay,

Back to Olitzing!

One week later

"Lauren! Come in here please!"

"Yes sir."

"Schedule a meeting with Speaker of the House for this week, Michael Bingham. Thursday at 2."

"Yes sir, I'll call right now."

"Thank you, Lauren."

"You're welcome, sir." She walked out of the Oval Office, shut the door behind door, and made her way to her desk.

She wanted to scream at her President sometimes. He could be just…. Just so… foolish. Ever since last week the President had been in a grumpy mood, and Lauren couldn't figure out why. She paid attention to the news cycle, no bad publicity had surfaced, his approval ratings were at 56%, and the President just completed a successful peace meeting with the UN. As she made her way back to her desk, she had no reason as to why her President was so grumpy.

Oh, she wanted so badly as to figure out why. However, that was just a little above her pay grade. Even though she was the closest employee to the President, Lauren seemed to know the least.

The life of a secretary, she thought.

She liked her job, she really did. She voted for the President and was a campaign volunteer in Maryland. She firmly believed in his views and his policies to better change the country. Even though the pay wasn't great, Lauren was happy to serve and work for such a great Republican President.

By foolish, she meant that even though he was a great diplomatic leader, sometimes he messed things up with his personal life. Of course she would never know the full extent to every story, but she knew enough. She took an oath to never repeat what she hear in the White House, and the Oval Office walls weren't exactly soundproof. She would sometimes hear sexual sounds seaping through the walls. "Oh my god! Fitz!" Or "You are so hot!" Or "Harder! Faster! Faster! Oh my….. Fitz!" And of course it was her civic duty to speak of any of these occurrences.

Occasionally, Lauren would see First Lady Grant storm out of the Oval with her bitch face and her blood boiling. She often wondered how different their relationship was in real life than on the campaign trail. Lauren wasn't stupid, she knew no marriage was perfect. But she also knew that no healthy marriage including fighting, bickering, yelling, and throwing objects like the Grants do. All of those things may be normal, yes Lauren decided, but not as often not as loud and rude as the Grants do it. Their fights were almost on a schedule.

Monday, First Lady Grant would enter the Oval Office pleased with her weekend, talking to President Grant about something small, and would leave annoyed and bothered.

Tuesday, the First Couple would try to make it up to each other, apologize and then yell some more, furthering their anger with one another.

Wednesday, they wouldn't speak to each other due to their anger. No phone calls, no meetings, no meals together, nothing.

Thursday, President Grant would have his PA send over some flowers, chocolate, a "personal" note over to First Lady Grant, in order to make her feel better. That afternoon she would run up to the Oval to kiss him and say thank you for the gift. The first Thursday of the month was chocolate assortments, the second week was three bouquets of flowers, the third was a card. It was a damn cycle.

Friday, the couple would be back together, full of marital bliss. Just in time for a Presidential dinner or event.

Saturday and Sunday, the couple would be okay, showing no arguments to the employees.

Monday, First Lady Grant would enter the Oval Office pleased with her weekend, talking to President Grant about something small, and would leave annoyed and bothered.

Lauren couldn't stand it. She knew their relationship was none of their business. But this cycle of abuse would happen almost every month. She thought to herself, "How could a woman forgive a man for making the same damn mistakes by just a few flowers and pieces of candy?"

Personally, she thought the President was foolish for repeating his mistakes that anger his wife. And she thought the First Lady was foolish and almost weak for accepting his bid for forgiveness by just a few shiny gifts.

As Lauren picked up the phone to dial Speaker of the House Michael Bingham's secretary, she laughed to herself at their unique marriage.

She hung up the phone when the meeting was scheduled with Mr. Bingham, and she thought to herself about the Grant's situation. She had been around the First Couple for a long time now, hence her own schedule of their arguments. But now, Lauren knew something was off.

First Lady Grant hadn't one near the Oval Office all day, which was rare. She was always near the Oval, whether talking to Fitz or arranging something for her schedule. Mrs. Grant always scheduled everything through Mr. Bean, which makes it even more strange that she hadn't seen either of the two this morning. Now, Lauren decided, something was up.

Mr. Bean was attached to President Grant at the hip. Mr. Bean not being here made it obvious that something wasn't right. According to Lauren, the President seemed fine and fit to run the country. So she knew it wasn't something professionally or physically, it was something personal. Something so bad that neither of his two closest people wouldn't be around him.

What was even weirder was that Ms. Pope, the Director of Communications for the White House, hadn't been anywhere near the Oval all day as well. The pair usually had lunch together, discussing new ways to inform the American public of what's going on in their government. Lauren knew nothing romantically was happening between the President and Ms. Pope, if there was an affair between the two, she would hear it through the walls. And Lauren also heard from the gossip girls of the House, that Ms. Pope was secretly dating a Republican governor, who was thinking about proposing. And President Grant was married. After convincing herself that there was no affair, Lauren threw that thought out of her head. It was wrong, untruthful and completely inaccurate.

But what she couldn't get out of her head was why Ms. Pope was no longer coming to the Oval to talk to the President? Something must've happened between the friends for them not to talk. If there was a fight between the two, Lauren knew it was affecting the President. She could sense that the President was more confident with Ms. Pope around. Even Lauren knew that Ms. Pope was a political genius, and most of the men looked up to her, which was very rare. Without Ms. Pope around, the President seemed to be stuck in a rut. He couldn't make up his mind on the military, had no idea what to do about immigration. He was lost, Lauren. The President was lost without Ms. Pope.

She opened her email, focusing on the day ahead of her.