Chapter one.
"C.J.," He said gravely.
"Yes, Sir?" She asked, knowing what he was going to say.
"Leo said the story's breaking today. Toby said you and he will need to prepare a statement."
C.J nodded, then silently went to his office.
"So…" She said, leaning on the doorframe, her voice shaking.
"Yeah?"
"Today?"
"Yup."
"Wasn't there anyway you could see this coming?" Toby snapped, unable to repress his anger.
"Yeah, I've had my crystal ball out every night before I went to bed- or hadn't you noticed?" She shot back. "We've known this was coming ever since that night when we first got together, when the President was re-elected. We've made it this far." Her voice cracked slightly but she fought back tears, carrying on. "If you want to back out now, well… its your choice." She couldn't hold back a sob as she left Toby Zeigler, speechwriter extraordinaire, speechless at his desk.
He put his head in his hands and groaned. Sam knocked at the door.
"Erm… The speech."
"What?" Toby said, his head buried in his hands.
"I'll help. If you want."