"Josh?" Leo asked at the end of Staff. "You look like you want to say
something."
"Would someone please tell what everyone else seems to know and I don't?" He demanded.
"It might be a good idea to put him out his misery." CJ said after a minute. "Plus it gives me a greater chance of winning the press pool."
"Gambling in the White House?" Toby questioned.
"Actually we started it on our first plane ride on Air Force One." They looked at her. "What we had to have something to do?"
"Toby, Sam?" Leo asked. They both nodded. "Margaret?" He yelled.
"Yes Leo." His assistant entered the room.
"Ask Charlie if the President is available for a few minutes? Tell him we have to tell Josh."
"Sure, can I listen in?" Margaret asked.
"Yes and see if Hannah Lyman is around too, I'm sure she won't want to miss this." He said with a smile.
"Yes Leo."
Five minutes later the senior staff, all the senior assistants, Anisely Hayes, Hannah, Charlie and the President were gathered in the Oval Office.
"Sam, Toby would you like to try and put this eloquently?" Jed asked.
"Josh, the thing is, we all know something you don't realise yet, we all realised it a long time ago but we didn't want to say anything we just thought we'd let you figure out yourself."
"Screw eloquence." The President stepped in. "Josh, you're in love with Donna." Every eye in the room went to him.
"No I'm not." He protested.
"Yes you are Josh." Sam stated adamantly.
"Raise your hand if you agree with the President." Everyone's hand shot up. "Why didn't someone tell me?" Josh asked.
"Because honey, you needed to figure it out for yourself." Hannah said patting his hand.
"How long have you known?" He asked.
"Since the first time you called your father and I to tell him about your new assistant who had hired herself. We knew, we both liked Donna, even thought you were dating that dreadful Madeline at the time."
"You know it would have helped if someone had told me sooner." He paused. "Hang on, Mom you said Donna knew."
"Of course she knew Josh." CJ said. "She loves you too, but she got fed up of waiting around for you to realise it." The rest of the women nodded.
"So any suggestions as to what I do now?" He asked.
"Hannah, anything on his schedule that can't be farmed out or put off until next week?" Jed asked.
"No. It's been kept relatively light."
"Charlie, do you have those things I asked for?" Jed said to his aide.
"Yes Mr President." Charlie handed him a folder.
"Josh, I need this file delivered to my wives personal assistant at the Hyatt Regency in New Orleans. Charlie, flights?"
"There is from BWI at 10.40, you need to change planes in Atlanta you should get into New Orleans at 1.48 or there's a direct flight at 2.30 that gets in at 6.38, which would probably fit in better with Mrs Bartlett's schedule as they aren't due back to the hotel seven thirty."
"You had all of this arranged?" Josh asked.
"Of course, we've all been trying to get you to realise this on your own, the subtle hints which you don't seem to pick up on. Toby's comment about Donna making a good First Lady, he's right she would but she wouldn't marry Sam. No offence Sam."
"None taken sir."
"Josh, you need to go and pack, we'll farm everything out. You can pick your ticket up at the desk. I'll expect you back with the First Lady's entourage. When you do get back we want to know all about it. Oh and say hi to Donna for us."
"And Josh get her to sign this so she can't sue the White House when you inevitably screw things up." Anisley handed him a form. "Good luck."
"Would someone please tell what everyone else seems to know and I don't?" He demanded.
"It might be a good idea to put him out his misery." CJ said after a minute. "Plus it gives me a greater chance of winning the press pool."
"Gambling in the White House?" Toby questioned.
"Actually we started it on our first plane ride on Air Force One." They looked at her. "What we had to have something to do?"
"Toby, Sam?" Leo asked. They both nodded. "Margaret?" He yelled.
"Yes Leo." His assistant entered the room.
"Ask Charlie if the President is available for a few minutes? Tell him we have to tell Josh."
"Sure, can I listen in?" Margaret asked.
"Yes and see if Hannah Lyman is around too, I'm sure she won't want to miss this." He said with a smile.
"Yes Leo."
Five minutes later the senior staff, all the senior assistants, Anisely Hayes, Hannah, Charlie and the President were gathered in the Oval Office.
"Sam, Toby would you like to try and put this eloquently?" Jed asked.
"Josh, the thing is, we all know something you don't realise yet, we all realised it a long time ago but we didn't want to say anything we just thought we'd let you figure out yourself."
"Screw eloquence." The President stepped in. "Josh, you're in love with Donna." Every eye in the room went to him.
"No I'm not." He protested.
"Yes you are Josh." Sam stated adamantly.
"Raise your hand if you agree with the President." Everyone's hand shot up. "Why didn't someone tell me?" Josh asked.
"Because honey, you needed to figure it out for yourself." Hannah said patting his hand.
"How long have you known?" He asked.
"Since the first time you called your father and I to tell him about your new assistant who had hired herself. We knew, we both liked Donna, even thought you were dating that dreadful Madeline at the time."
"You know it would have helped if someone had told me sooner." He paused. "Hang on, Mom you said Donna knew."
"Of course she knew Josh." CJ said. "She loves you too, but she got fed up of waiting around for you to realise it." The rest of the women nodded.
"So any suggestions as to what I do now?" He asked.
"Hannah, anything on his schedule that can't be farmed out or put off until next week?" Jed asked.
"No. It's been kept relatively light."
"Charlie, do you have those things I asked for?" Jed said to his aide.
"Yes Mr President." Charlie handed him a folder.
"Josh, I need this file delivered to my wives personal assistant at the Hyatt Regency in New Orleans. Charlie, flights?"
"There is from BWI at 10.40, you need to change planes in Atlanta you should get into New Orleans at 1.48 or there's a direct flight at 2.30 that gets in at 6.38, which would probably fit in better with Mrs Bartlett's schedule as they aren't due back to the hotel seven thirty."
"You had all of this arranged?" Josh asked.
"Of course, we've all been trying to get you to realise this on your own, the subtle hints which you don't seem to pick up on. Toby's comment about Donna making a good First Lady, he's right she would but she wouldn't marry Sam. No offence Sam."
"None taken sir."
"Josh, you need to go and pack, we'll farm everything out. You can pick your ticket up at the desk. I'll expect you back with the First Lady's entourage. When you do get back we want to know all about it. Oh and say hi to Donna for us."
"And Josh get her to sign this so she can't sue the White House when you inevitably screw things up." Anisley handed him a form. "Good luck."