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"We are prepared to call this presidential election for Matthew Santos..." anything the newscaster said beyond that was drowned out by yelling in the Santos suite at the Marriot in downtown Houston.

Leo walked up to Matt with his hand outstretched, "Congratulations."

Matt took his hand, "Thanks. You too."

"Now comes the hard part." Leo's eyes were shinning with pride.

Matt chuckled, "I'm glad you're here."

As more champagne was poured and the noise didn't die down, Helen began to realize the magnitude of what had happened. This was something she had only seen on TV, didn't realize that real people actually did get elected president. Her husband materialized out of the crowd and walked up to her, hugged her. She fought back tears, "I love you."

"I love you too," he replied kissing the top of her head. "I just got elected president honey," a little shock apparent in his voice.

"I know. I know," she murmured, echoing his sentiment.

"I think you need one of these," Lou offered Annabeth a glass of champagne.

"Thank you," she said taking it. "But only one, otherwise I get a little tipsy."

"I just realized we won a national campaign and I now work for the White House, I need to get a little tipsy."

"It's not as scary as you think," Annabeth said after a minute.

"Ya, but he wasn't supposed to win," Lou downed her glass.

"Sometimes the good guy does win," she replied with a smile.

Lou smirked at her and made her way over to the press starting to gather in the suite.

"Sir," Josh said to Santos, "we have to head down soon. Brad will be here any minute with the speech. Some of the press also want some initial reactions," he said motioning to the group of reporters behind him.

"Alright," he nodded, arm still around his wife.

"I'm gonna go freshen up before we leave," Helen said. She gave her husband's hand a squeeze and disappeared to their part of the suite.

"What does it feel like?" A reporter asked as they gathered around Santos.

"I'll let you know when the shock wears off," Santos replied with a laugh.

Josh's phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked at the caller ID; he couldn't believe what it read. "Sam," he said into the phone as he moved away from the group gathered around the president-elect to a less crowded corner of the suite.
"Josh," came the familiar voice. "You did it buddy."

"I can't believe it."

"I know you don't have a lot of time to talk but, I just wanted to say congratulations."

Josh found himself a little wistful, wishing his best friend could be here with him. "Thanks." After a pause he said "Hopefully, we'll get to talk soon."

"I would like that. Catch up."

"Yea, catch up. Bye Sam."

"Bye Josh."