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She decided then and there that she was going to become a goat-herder in the Himalayas. She could no longer stand this sort of thing. The office clock read in its silent voice that it was 4:01, but what it preferred not to mention, was that it also happened to be 4:01 A.M.
She, Donnatella Moss, who once-upon-a-time had a life outside-of-work, was still at work. At 4:01 in the morning.
Hence—Donna Moss as happy goat herder. She was changing jobs. But first she would have to kill Josh, since naturally, it's entirely his fault.
Where was Josh? Donna slowly looked around the dark room, and found him asleep at his desk. Out cold.
She figured now would be a good time to get up. It was always slightly embarrassing for your co-workers and friends to find you in the morning, drooling on the sofa while you dream about being at work in the White House, and then waking up… at work in the White House.
She fumbled around for a moment for the lamp switch, but though she found the switch immediately, a minute later Donna was still sitting in the dark, immobile, her ears alert for sound.
Outside in the bullpen she heard someone walking around and opening doors. A part of her was screaming, republican! Security guard! Evil reporter! Spy, robber, murderer! And the other part of her spent most of its time and energy calming the other side…it must Toby or some staff member—not a spy.
She crept, now fully awake, to the door, and opened it a crack.
Someone was out there. She needed a weapon…
Donna made her way back to Josh's desk, and flicked on the small desk lamp. The circle of light illuminated the sleeping beauty, which was looking adorable in a very confusing way.
Wait, why does he have a broom by his feet?
"Wake up Josh," she whispered, "someone's out in the bullpen."
Suddenly Donna heard the noise outside stop, and quick footsteps approaching the office. Thinking quickly, she flew like lightening back onto the couch, and pulled the thin blanket back over her, and closed her eyes. It was better than someone walking into the office and seeing her crouching near a sleeping Josh at 4 am, whispering in his ear. That smacked of something more than office relationship.
The door opened slowly, and someone flicked on the light.
"Wha-? Donnaaaa," came the voice of a sleepy Josh. Donna didn't think it was good that hers was the first name he said when he woke up in front of a potential enemy.
"Nope," came a soft voice. Donna recognized the voice immediately. Amy.
Great.