Locked Out
Hey, all, so sorry it's been so long since I've updated this, but probably anyone reading it now doesn't remember the days when I used to write often, because everyone who wrote back then doesn't write anymore...I especially miss missjasadin, if you are reading this please review the story, I miss you and your fics so much:-( Well anyway, for those who are reading...here's another chapter. Also, because it has been probably almost a year since I last updated, I will release a lot of the story today. It is planned for 22 chapters.
Leo drove carefully up to Toby's front gate. It was big wrought iron, and you couldn't get through it unless the door was opened…electronically from inside.
"Hello, sir," a voice crackled through a speaker. "Could I have your name and business?"
"Leo McGary, I'm here to see Toby Ziegler."
"Just a moment, please."
A classical string quartet came through the speakers. It sounded slightly familiar…
"Yes, Mr. McGary?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm so sorry, but Mr. Ziegler has denied entrance. Come back later."
"Listen, I'm his boss, let me in now."
"Boss or not, I take orders from Mr. Ziegler." However, the man's voice sounded nervous; undoubtedly he was thinking about what would happen to him if he got Toby fired…
"Nonetheless I will impress upon him the importance of the situation."
"Thank you," said Leo, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. A new song came through the speaker, this time a waltz being played by positively the worst orchestra ever. Suddenly, Toby's voice cut through the music.
"What do you want, Leo?"
"I want to know why you were not present at work today."
"Well, too bad."
A click, and then a clip from "Carmen", the opera, started playing. Finally, the security man's voice returned to the speaker.
"I'm very sorry, sir; but Mr. Ziegler has made himself clear. You are not permitted in.
"No? Well then…"
Leo thought for a minute, then thought of a brilliant plan.
"Well then, please inform Mr. Ziegler of his release from his White House position. Thank you and goodbye."
Leo turned the car around speedily and in ten minutes, he was back in his office, pressing his intercom button.
"Hello, Margaret? Could I see you in my office for a moment? Thanks."
