Enjoy lovebugs.;)
The next morning Mercedes woke up before Santana entered her room and took a nice shower trying to prepare herself for the madness of today mentally. When she got out of the shower she applied minimal makeup to her face before deciding to wear a black pencil skirt and a white blouse with red pumps. When she had finished putting her hair in a tight ponytail with two bangs Santana had entered her room running off the list of to-dos for today.
"Alright, you have files on your desk concerning your campaign promises, a proposal should be on your desk concerning the 40 Acres & A Mule Act and then you have to make a proposal on your ban against labor work in prisons. I have already made sure to pull up articles to help with evidence and commentary when you introduce the thesis and relay it with your line of reasoning." Santana explained.
"Sounds like a very productive today, can I at least have breakfast first?" Mercedes asked as she and Santana exited her room and headed down the private elevator.
"I have allotted you an hour and a half for breakfast, the chef Kurt Hummel has decided on a simple spread of bagels, cream cheese, eggs, and bacon, with apple juice and your favorite coffee," Santana answered as the elevators door opened, and Sam was posted up by his spot waiting for the President.
"Mr. Evans good morning," Mercedes greeted as he started walking with the duo.
"Good morning Ms. President and Ms. Lopez," Sam greeted them both.
"Morning fish lips, anyways I am about to head to my office and I have already emailed you your list of things to do today," Santana smiled as she left the duo and headed to her office.
"Fish lips?" Sam chuckled as he looked down at Mercedes.
"She is a bit crass and direct she means nothing by it, those are some very big lips on a white guy," Mercedes grinned.
"Ah, ok," He laughed. The two walked into the kitchen and Sam took out Mercedes's chair for her and waited till she was seated to push her in before standing by his post.
"Sam come and have breakfast with me," Mercedes commanded.
"I can't I have to stay at my post," He answered.
"Well I overrule your rules, so as your Chief of America I want you to come to eat breakfast with me," Sam smiled at her determination and talked in his earpiece asking for one of his workers to come and cover it for me as he went to sit down with Mercedes.
"So tell me how one like you becomes involved with the Secret Service?" Mercedes questioned as she smeared cream cheese on her bagel.
Sam took a bagel and placed his eggs and bacon before answering Mercedes, "Because I was athletic throughout my time in high school I got recruited into the military and decided that I do enjoy protecting and serving others so I enlisted with the Secret Service and have been the Head of Security for three years."
"Well, that is extremely admirable, I can tell I can feel safe in your care,"
"That is a part of the plan so tell me a little about you,"
"You haven't done your research on me?" Mercedes teased.
"I have but I want to hear it from your lips instead," He smirked.
"Well not much to tell, I am the product of a system and stereotypes that are meant to break me. Many people believe that I should be an addict like my mother or barely earn minimum wage while raising a kid by myself. However, I decided to use my struggle and obtain a great political career. I like helping others and making changes and that's why I decided to run for president." She explained.
"Quite the perspective," Sam smiled at her noticing he was making her nervous with the way she kept placing her hair behind her ear. After they had finished having breakfast Mercedes and Sam headed to the oval office for the full day of a political agenda to begin.
When Mercedes had run for president she promised that all African-Americans were finally going to receive their 40 Acres and A Mule and that was something she immediately wanted to tackle in her first months of the presidency. She decided to draft a proposal that was going to grant all African-Americans land that they so rightfully deserved and each family $1,000,000. She knew that even passing it through the Senate was going to be a challenge but she was hopeful that she could complete it with the help of Quinn Fabray and Unique Adams. Unique was the U.S. treasurer while Quinn was the U.S. commerce. Both of them were highly respected and were able to crunch numbers well and they both agreed that Mercedes would be able to do this without causing any economical damage.
She had just finished drafting her proposal after two hours when Sam entered her office.
"Ms. President Senator Finn Hudson is here to speak to you," Sam spoke.
"Thank you Mr. Evans send him in please," She replied not looking up from her work. Finn waltzed into the office and took a seat on the couch located in the center of the room as he stared around the office.
"Nice touches you have put in this place, a few hints of lavender, and even bringing here photos of Malcolm X, and Huey P. Newton," he began.
"Mr. Hudson I know you didn't come all the way from your office to discuss the decorations at mine, so if you would please speak on why you are here so I can get back to work that would be more than great," Mercedes answered as she stood from her desk and stood in front of it leaning on it as she folded her arms.
"That whole proposal about having black people gaining more than what they already have is not going to get passed. This is America everyone here is able to gain whatever they want as long as they follow the rules. You have given black people another reason to become lazy is not presidential correct."
"Hmph, Mr. Hudson did you know that the only reason the police are even a thing is that originally they were slave catchers. Of course, you didn't know you don't have to because you aren't black. The police are responsible for killing black men and women every single day and because no one in this country can actually help them I am doing the job. Black people can never win a game win following the rules when the game was meant to keep them from winning. So your whole theory about making black people lazy is not correct, if anything they will rise to the occasion and make generational wealth and own business and hell possibly their own polices stations."
"That is a fantasy world you are living in Mercedes."
"No, my proposal will be sent to the Senate and if I want it to be passed then it will be. Also, the term to address me is Ms. President, and now you can get your gassy ass out of my office," Mercedes said with a smirk. Finn gave her a glare before standing up and exiting the office in a huff.
"Is everything alright Ms. President?" Sam questioned as he came into the office.
"Of course Mr. Evans everything is fine," Mercedes answered. Sam gave her a smile and headed back to his post to let Mercedes finish working when she saw another visitor coming towards the door.
"Sam Evans, would it be ok for me to speak to the new President of the United States?" J.J. questioned as he walked up to him with a smirk.
"That depends on what kind of meeting you want to have," Sam answered as he stood up impossibly straighter.
"Awe c'mon little brother you can squeeze me in,"
"I am not your brother not anymore,"
"If that is what you choose to believe, deep down you are just like me and dad, and protecting her isn't going to make you any different," He smirked. Sam was about to reply when the office door opened revealing Mercedes and she was about to say something to Sam when she saw J.J.
"J.J. I am starting to believe that you are my biggest fan since you keep following me everywhere," She said sarcastically.
"Awe don't flatter yourself. I actually wanted to remind you that I am a part of the Senate and it is going to be very hard to get those bills passed that you so desperately swung around during your campaign."
"Thank you for the reminder but do believe that I have my ways to get my bills passed with or without the Senate and if that is all you wanted then you can gracefully exit, or I can have my security escort you out. And since I am in a good mood you can choose," Mercedes responded.
J.J. looked at Mercedes then Sam before putting his hands up and walking away.
"Where to next?" Sam questioned.
"I have a few meetings with some of the representatives and then we are coming back here until I can longer function." Mercedes smiled up at him as they started walking.
Mercedes had finished working and rushed through a quick dinner and she was tired that her eyes were barely open and her brain could no longer process anything. She hit the office light and stepped out of her office completely forgetting that Sam was behind her.
"Mercedes, would you like for me to carry you to bed?" Sam questioned.
"I would love that but- OOH MY GOD," Mercedes yelped as Sam picked her up and held her over his shoulder.
"Sam you didn't have to do this," Mercedes yawned out.
"But you said you would love it and it is my duty to keep you safe and happy," Sam answered. When he didn't get a response he instead got a series of cute snores. He took the private elevator so no one would be able to see them and arrived at her bedroom. He placed her gently in the bed taking off her heels, and removing the ponytail from her hair, and placing her under the covers.
"Goodnight Ms. President," He whispered before exiting the room.