When Donna got to her room she put the flowers on the dressing table. Taking a deep breath she dialled the White House and the extension for Josh's office. The phone was engaged so she hung up and dialled a different extension.

"Communications office." Bonnie answered the phone.

"Hi Bonnie, its Donna."

"Hey Donna, how is Louisiana?"

"It's great, we went to a few museums today and tomorrow we're visiting plantations before going to the theatre in the evening."

"That's great, and all that sun. It's raining here." Bonnie said dreamily.

"I know, the reason I called does Sam have a few minutes to talk to me?" She asked.

"He should do, I'll just put you on hold."

"Thanks."

"Hey Donna, enjoying Louisiana?" Sam said as the call was transferred.

"I'm having a great time. It's nice to get out in the fresh air once in a while. But that wasn't why I was calling."

"What can I do for you?" Sam asked sitting back in his chair.

"Can you give Josh a message for me?"

"Why don't you call him yourself?"

"He's in a meeting on the Hill about big tobacco and the phone line to his office is engaged. Can you just tell him thanks for the flowers?"

"So you got them then? He called the florist himself after firing another one of his assistants."

"Wow, he's never called a florist himself in all the years I've known. How many assistants has he fired so far?" Donna asked.

"I think the last count was seven."

"God. Right have you got a pen handy?" She asked.

"Yes."

"Good write this down." She reeled off Josh's personal account number with the florist she had on speed dial and Josh's credit card number. "Get Ginger to call them and tell them I asked her to call and to send the usual apology bouquets to all the assistants and if he offends any Senators or Congressmen get her to write down a list and fax it to me I'll deal with it."

"I thought you didn't want to be his assistant anymore."

"That appears to still be under debate, the President said I could come with Mrs Bartlett if I promised to talk to Josh when I got back. Besides they don't deserve Josh's attitude just because I can't work with the man anymore."

"I'll get her to do that right away. Is there anything else you want me to tell him?"

"No, but did he tell you what his blood pressure was?" Donna enquired. Sam told her. "Did he look like he was telling you what you want to hear?" She asked.

"Probably."

"Right, I call his Doctor and find out what it really was, and then I'll call the Dr Griffiths."

"His doctor won't tell you anything, doctor patiently confidentiality, and why would you need to call the Surgeon General?" Sam asked.

"I hold his medical power of attorney and he sign a document saying that the Doctor could tell me. The reason I call Doctor Griffiths is because he won't listen to his doctor and she threatens to get the President to put him on medical leave unless he does what he's been told to reduce it. Which means you all have to make sure he eats healthy food and doesn't stress out too much, no burnt burgers."

"Since when did you hold his power of attorney? And why didn't I know about it?"

"He signed it after the shooting just in case; he has me down as his next of kin too. He doesn't want his mother to have to make those types of decisions for him, so I have final say in it."

"I guess he trusts you to look out for his best interests."

"I guess he does. I'd better go I have to get up early in the morning and I have some work to do first." Donna said trying to end the conversation.

"Okay, I'll tell Josh about the flowers. Take care and call me if you need anything."

"Thanks Sam." Donna replied. "I'll see you in a couple weeks." She hung up the phone.