-Don't you remember? For the second campaign, Bruno wanted something natural for this magazine, I don't remember which. Charlie and I were really excited, it was our first official photograph with the senior staff. We weren't sure if we belonged there.

-Of course you did! Now I remember, Bruno kept saying it should be very spontaneous and friendly. He wanted us to look human, not political. No names, no titles or positions, no hierarchies. Just the footnote: Bartlet's team.

-Are we ready now?- the photographer was clearly getting impatient

-No, we are not.- There was a collective roll of eyes at these words.

-What! What is it this time, Josh?

-I'll tell you what, CJ. Donna is hugging Sam!

-I'm not!

-Yes you are! You're all over him and I'm completely left out of the picture!

-That's it, I'm leaving, just draw an angry face where I should be okay?

-Your are not leaving Tobias- CJ said as she grabbed his hand-

-Well, if he doesn't leave, I will. I won't stand here with the two of you hugging.

-Calm down Joshua, Sam has his arm on my back and I just laid my head on his shoulder. Bruno said he wanted it to be natural, that's what I'm doing!

-Is it natural that you completely desert me and focus your whole attention on him?

-I could answer that question for…-but Toby was interrupted by Josh's glare.

-Josh, what on earth are you talking about?- Sam said lifting his eyebrows but carefully retreating his arm from around Donna.

-Yeah, Josh. What do you want me to do? Turn my back on the rest of the staff?

-I want you to show me your support. – His voice was soft, and that caused Donna to look at him and immediately raise her hands to his shoulders.

-You have my support.-

-Do I?- he asked in a very low voice

-For the love of everything that is holy!- Bruno was obviously exasperated –Blond girl would you please, and I know it's a lot to ask, but would you please show this three-year-old your support and let this kind man to whom we are paying very, very little, take a photograph that looks as natural as one could hope after eleven tries?

-Actually, that's good- the photographer said, approaching them- leave your hands there.-

-Yeah, it shows closeness and it's a nice frame, -this time it was Connie who voiced and opinion- a woman holding one of the senior advisors. Just stay like that.

-Besides, that's exactly what Donna does on a daily basis.- added Leo smiling at her.

-Yeah, holding my Deputy Chief of Staff is no easy task, but she always amazes us by doing exactly that, so let it be shown. Now, could we all smile and let the damned picture be taken, because, and I may be wrong, but I think we have some governing to do! - And as soon as the President said this, the matter was settled.

-On my count, everybody say: Bartlet!

-I thought the flag was a little over the top- CJ's voice brought Donna back to the present.

-The what? Oh, right, me too. That's why I framed the original, in the Rose Garden

-It's a really nice picture- her face was pensive and melancholic- You know what, Donna? I'll have Margaret push some meetings, and tomorrow I'm picking you up at 6:30 so we can hit the gym. And I'm not coming in here until 8am, no matter who tells me to!

-That sounds great! Sure you can make the time?

-Actually, I would be here in a beat even at 4am if the President told me to. Or Nancy. Or the UN Secretary. Probably the Pope. But other than that, yeah, I'm sure.

-Yay! That's the spirit CJ!- Both women were grinning as Donna received from her the green files that were previously by her computer. The Chief of Staff was about to say something when she was interrupted by a chime sound coming from the computer.

-Seems like you have an e-mail, Ms Moss!- She turned her head to glance at the screen, and as soon as she saw the little pop-up, she smiled suspiciously.

-What are you so giggly about, CJ?

-Giggly? Ok. And I'm not. I think I'm just realizing how much this is also a perfect job for you. But you should really get back to work, check your mails, kay?

- I'll do that right away Ms Cregg. And once again, thank you.

-No, thank you, Donna. – She was about to leave when she paused at the door- And lets add some frozen yogurt while we're at it, ok? after gym?

-Thought you would never ask!- They both smiled and CJ closed the door after her.

A minute later, another chiming sound made Donna turn, forcing her to stand up and go directly to her desk. She skimmed through her newest mail, which was an invitation to some Republican fund-raiser, and couldn't help to hear a little obnoxious voice in her head, sounds like the perfect place for you to meet men, Donna. You know, full of Republicans?

–Shut up!- And just as she clicked "next" on top of the invitation mail, a loud music of drums and shouting came from across her door. –For the love of God, Arthur!-

And as she left her office looking for the young man, reminding him of his workplace and the acceptable levels of music, the following e-mail was displayed on her screen:

Subject: just typing

Well, that was…awkward. I've been sitting here for a while now, still kind of impressed with hearing your voice when I least expected it. Don't get me wrong, it doesn't surprise me that you got that job, by now I'm sure you could handle most jobs in the political arena. I do know you are good, Donna. And I should have said that just now, but it was weird, and you seemed really busy, which I'm sure you are. God, I hate that we can't talk normally anymore, even by mail I feel uneasy and unsure of what to say. You know what? I'll just go ahead and type. Really, congratulations on the job, it's a big position to fill right now, and CJ and Toby are tremendously lucky to have you there, given the current state of things, Well, of course you are valuable given any state of things. Rambling, I know I'm rambling and I wish you could be here to make fun of my writing skills and roll your eyes when I reminded you of my SAT scores… but you're not. And that might be my fault, but I swear what happened the last time you saw me, in your interview, it wasn't personal. I mean, of course it was, but the reasons I had not to hire you are exactly the ones I told you that day. I was being honest about the inconveniences of having Rusell's spokesperson with us. Actually, I was honest about everything I said, and I just hope you could believe that. Because it's true. I meant it.

Joshua Lyman,

Manager: Santos for President.