AN: Monica, always enjoy reading your analysis and how you connect the dots, but still have questions. All questions will be answered in upcoming chapters.LadyMDSmalls, Olitz will have some happy – for a while. Haven't heard the word skank in a long time. And, what's up with Darius? Hmmm. MariposaMorena, glad you're enjoying the story. There should not be any shame about mental health. Also glad you're enjoying the natural timeline. Trying to adhere to such a timeline slows down the pace of the story because it takes time to let things unfold. Many might not like this, but that is where we are for now. Fifyfo, no real undercurrent of hostility on Olivia's part – at least not yet. Guest, I believe there is honor in being a housewife and/or a stay-at-home mom. Being a mother is the most important job in the world, IMHO. Thanks to all of the Guest reviewers and new followers.
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Chapter 37. Grocery Shopping
Fitz is starting his second month as the President of the City Council and he is still in the learning mode. Everyday he seems to learn more about what he does not know about local government and the legislative proccess. He is learning doing the job is quite different than running for the job. During the election, Fitz' campaign platform centered on two main issues: economic development to revitalize the city and school reform. His supporters incorporated the message of change into the platform because they recognized the citizens had grown weary of the many scandal-plagued politicians who currently hold office. The citizens wanted someone different and they saw him as a welcomed and refreshing change, someone who would regain control of their taxpayers' dollars.
The rhetoric sounded really good while he was on the campaign trail, but now that he is actually in office, he is discovering other Council members have their personal agendas - bills they want to pass to better serve the community-at-large, or more shamefully, to serve special interest groups. And, they have all come knocking on his door to plead their case. In his first few weeks of being in office he was bombarded daily by Council members who wanted to meet to discuss their pet projects. Some were brazen enough to walk into his office without an appointment, and frankly, he was feeling overwhelmed. Fortunately for him, Ms Sanchez took control of the situation, stopping almost everyone from entering the office who did not have an appointment.
Since Ms Sanchez established the appointment-only rule, he has been able to reclaim control of his time, allowing him to develop a routine where mornings are dedicated to meeting with various Council members, other city officials, and local business leaders; and afternoons are spent reading policy documents. And, of course, he continues to meet weekly with his mentor for lunch; Darius' insights are proving to be invaluable. Little does Fitz know, however, everyone in Council quietly refers to Darius as the first among equals. They all know he has the Council President's ear.
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"Politics is all about getting re-elected or getting elected to a higher office", Darius says, opening his mouth wide and biting down onto the sandwich. Fitz frowns, waiting for the man to finish chewing and swallowing so he can receive his latest bit of sage advice. "Improving people's lives - well that's secondary."
"I thought politics was all about improving the lives of the people, whether at the local, state, or federal level", Fitz says, now biting into his sandwich and chewing.
"Fitz, the only way you can improve the lives of the people is by getting elected - over and over and over again. You can't change anything if you're on the outside looking in."
Fitz takes another bite of his sandwich and nods.
"But once you're elected, you have to decide what kind of politician you want to be. Do you want to be the kind that implements big policy strategies, because that's the only way you're going to make it to a higher office? Or, do you want to be a tactical politician, simply providing constituent services like fixing potholes, answering questions about taxes, making sure the snow is removed in the winter, and trash is picked up weekly. The citizens might remember you at election time for doing those things, but if you do the really big stuff - then you're gold."
Darius stuffs a handful of vegetable chips into his mouth and watches as Fitz processes what he just said.
"Marla was all about constituent services - she never tackled the big issues - couldn't really. By getting into bed with Wilson she squandered a golden opportunity to make a real difference in this city. To make the big changes – the really big changes this city needs - you have to make alliances with the people you work with - not just the man upstairs", motioning his Styrofoam cup upward where the mayor sits on the fifth floor. "It's like running for office all over again, except you're trying to convince a whole different audience to support your goals. You have an opportunity to do that, Fitz", Darius says, taking another bite from the sandwich.
Fitz frowns, picks up his Styrofoam cup, and sucks the diet cola through the plastic straw.
"This school reform issue is a big, hairy mess, Darius. I had no idea what I was getting into when I committed to support education reform in exchange for support from community activists."
"Those kids don't know how things really work - how the game is played. They have a lot of ideas and their social media accounts, but what they don't realize is politics is all about making alliances – getting people on your side. They think all they have to do is sit in their mama's basements and rant on social media and things will magically change."
"They do much more than that, Darius. They are smart and well connected to the community."
"Well you say that because you like them. But they're not going to be the ones to get Council members to join your side when one of your bills is up for a vote. And, often times it's one or two Council members who will be the deciding factor - unless you overrule them. And you don't want to pull that trigger too often. Sure, you control the purse strings, but you also gotta control the vote. And it's your job as Council President to make sure there aren't a lot of close votes", Darius looks intently into Fitz' eyes. "And that only happens after you have had thoughtful dialog among all respective parties," he winks. "It's the backroom deal making that makes Council decisions smooth and consensual when ideas are finally put forth for a vote. This is how you get legislative results, not with those kids."
Fitz continues to frown.
"You're the famous negotiator aren't you?" Darius says, leaning back in his chair and folding his hands across his full, round belly. Fitz furrows his brow, not completing understanding what Darius is saying. "Then start negotiating - start meeting with the people who can help you do the big - biig things."
"Liv said I should meet with other stakeholders to get their perspectives on this school matter."
"Liv, is a smart woman, Fitz. You should listen to your wife more often."
"So she keeps telling me", Fitz says, and the two men laugh out loud until their laughter is interrupted by a knock on the door.
"Yes, Ms Sanchez", Fitz says, looking up at his assistant as he wipes the tears from eyes with the crumpled white paper napkin.
"If you are finished, sir, I'll just begin to remove the leftovers."
Fitz looks at Darius checking if his mentor wants more to eat. Darius curls down the corners of his mouth and waves his hand in the air dismissively.
"Thank you Ms Sanchez, I think we are done."
Victoria walks over to the credenza and begins to stack the leftovers onto the the tray. Then she walks over to the conference table where the two men are sitting to remove their plates.
"Darius, Liv wants to have you and Yvonne over for dinner soon. She said she will call Yvonne to set a date."
"That's fine, Fitz", Darius says, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
"May I take this, Councilman?" Victoria asks kindly, gesturing a hand toward his plate.
"I'm done here, Fitz", Darius mutters, standing and tossing his used napkin onto the plate. "I have to get back to work."
"Of course, and thanks again. I'll let Liv know you suggested I listen to her more often", slapping Darius on the back and chuckling as he walks his mentor to the door. "I'm sure she's going to love hearing that."
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Fitz spends the rest of the afternoon sitting at his desk poring over copies of legislation and the budget for the current fiscal year Darrin provided him earlier in the week. He has become more comfortable working in the office, in fact, he finds the architecture and the history of the room to be inspiring, although the decorative Second Empire-style furniture is definitely not his personal taste. Surrounded by a mountain of documents, he feels like he is in a cocoon, cozy and warm as the winter sun shines on the side of his face. He leans back in the chair and stares at the photograph of him and Olivia on their wedding day, ridiculously happy and grinning like two loons. His eyes roam to the photograph of the four of them, with Bowtie lying on the floor in front. Cena insisted the dog be included in the picture and he had to convince Olivia to go along with their daughter's wish.
He looks at the family photograph a while longer then stands and stares out the window. He stuffs his hands into his pants pockets and shakes his head, something is not right. For the past month he has been reading reams of reports and legislation, and what he is finding is disturbing at best. The city is in deep financial trouble, which he learned when he was running for office. However, he finds it amazing that not a lot has been done over the years to rectify the problem. He wonders why the recommendations to improve the quality of life in the city have not been acted on by the Council. He wonders why a number of other changes that were put in place by the administration and codified by City Council legislation have not happened. He strectches his back and rocks his head from side to side trying to remove the kinks. Darius is right, he needs to meet with a lot of people, and not just to make backroom deals. He needs to understand what has been going on around here.
As the sun begins to dip behind the horizon he looks at his watch and once again wonders where the day has gone. There is so much that needs to be done and he has barely scratched the surface. He slides on his suit jacket and grabs his overcoat hanging on the rack across the room before leaving the office.
"Good night, Ms. Sanchez."
"Good night, sir", Victoria says with a wide smile, watching the Council President pull on his overcoat as he walks down the hall toward the elevators. She looks at the time displayed in the bottom-right corner of the computer monitor and once again makes a mental note of the time he leaves.
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Olivia smiles and shakes her when she hears Cena and the dog take off running from the family room and down the hall to greet Fitz. It is the same routine every day and, like clockwork, nine-month-old Jolie begins to cry because she cannot make the trip with her sister and the family pet.
"Daddy, daddy", Cena yells excitedly, bouncing up and down and Bowtie barks and spins around as Fitz sets his briefcase onto the floor next to the foyer table.
"Hey, Princess", he says, smiling brightly, as he hangs his coat in the closet. "How is my favorite Princess doing?" Scooping up his daughter and pecking her on the cheek.
"Bowtie wants a kiss too, daddy", Cena says seriously, pointing to the dog who is looking up at him and panting with his tongue hanging out.
"How about I pat Bowtie on the head. Will that be all right?" Cena nods her head up and down and watches as her father pats Bowtie on the head, which causes Bowtie to become more excited.
"Daddy, Miss Atkins say we're going on a trip."
"And where are you going?
Cena frowns and places her index finger on her lips, trying to remember the destination of her class trip. Bowtie looks up at her as if he is also waiting to hear where she is going.
"I don't know. I forgot."
"Well, let daddy know when you remember. Okay?"
Cena nods her head up and down as her father carries her into the family room where Jolie is struggling to crawl off the mat.
"Come on, JoJo", Fitz says sympathetically as he bends and picks up the crying baby.
"JoJo was standing again, daddy, but she has to hold on to the chair", Cena reports.
"You'll be walking soon, right Jo", pecking the little girl on the cheek as he walks into the kitchen where he sees his wife standing at the stove preparing dinner. Bowtie follows Fitz, but stops short of the kitchen.
"What do I have to do to get you to welcome me home like Cena and Bowtie?" He asks with a smirk before pecking her on the lips.
"I'll tell you later", she says with a wink and a smile. "Babe, give me Jo and put Cee down so you can get out of your jacket. Go relax a bit before dinner."
As soon as he stands Cena onto the floor the little girl runs from the kitchen to play with Bowtie, who has been looking into the kitchen from the doorway. Fitz removes his jacket, drapes it onto the back of one of the stools, and opens the refrigerator. He pulls out one of the beers Bennie likes, tossing the bottle cap onto the island top. Bringing the bottle to his mouth, he leans against the edge of the island watching his wife.
"How was your day?" Olivia asks.
"What are you cooking?" Looking over her shoulder and trying to see what she is cooking.
"Don't start, Fitz", she says in a warning tone.
"Start what?" He asks, feigning innocence.
"Don't start giving me cooking lessons – again."
"I don't give you lessons – just tips", wrapping an arm around her waist and kissing down her neck.
"Well don't give me any tips", smiling at the feel of his tongue tracing the vein on the side of her neck. He slides his hand down her thigh and she instinctually opens her legs.
"Be kind to Bowtie", he whispers. "He's had a hard time", running his tongue around her ear.
"Hard time – what are you talking about?" Tilting her head to the side to allow him access to her neck.
"He's a rescue dog - treated badly until he found a nice, loving home with a little girl who needed him as much as he needed her", kissing down her neck.
"I still don't do dogs", she says breathlessly, leans back against him.
"Tell me what kind of tips you want", his warm breath wafting over her neck as he slides his hand between her pant-covered spot.
"Fitz", she says with eyes closed and breath quickening.
"Say my name again", massaging her breasts through her cotton blouse.
"Fi – "
"Daddy, Miss Atkins says were going to the bug museum", Cena yells, running into the kitchen, now remembering where she is going for her class trip. Fitz drops his head onto his wife's shoulder and he and Olivia burst out laughing because their reporter-daughter has once again interrupted another make-out session.
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While Olivia bathes Jolie, Fitz reads Goodnight Moon to Cena and Bowtie. The dog has become as obsessed with the nightly reading as his best friend. Some nights Fitz has to read the story three times – twice to put Cena to sleep and a third time to put Bowtie to sleep. Once daughter and dog are both sleeping he pulls the covers over Cena, kisses her on the cheek, and lifts Bowtie from the bed. He then sets the dog in his bed in the hall outside of Cena's room and walks down the hall to the nursery. Whenever he enters the nursery tears well in his eyes as he recalls the night they almost lost his youngest daughter. He walks over to the crib and smiles at his baby, who has once again flipped onto her back with arms stretched above her head and mouth hanging wide open. He kisses her rosy cheek and inspects the covers, making sure they are tucked tightly around the sides of the mattress. He looks around the crib making sure all of the toys and anything else that could possibly cause her harm have been removed. Finally, he kisses Jolie on the other cheek and dims the lights before leaving the room. This has become his nightly ritual.
When he enters their bedroom he sees Olivia walking back and forth from the closet to the bedroom carrying armfuls of clothes.
"What are you doing?" He asks curiously as she moves around the room holding up and examining various pieces of clothing.
"I'm looking for something to wear", she says matter-of-factly.
"Are you going somewhere?" He asks stupidly, looking down at his watch.
"Fitz, don't you remember? I have that meeting with Fred Bryson tomorrow morning. I have to find something to wear."
"Do you know why he wants to meet with you?"
"I haven't a clue. His assistant didn't say. It's all so odd."
"Maybe he wants to talk to you about the Springfield Heights project. He wrote an impressive check when Cena and I met with the group Marla pulled together while you were – "
"I don't know, babe. Mona and I sent thank-you notes to all of the donors. We even sent Bryson one of those edible fruit arrangements since he was so generous. It was kind of odd sending the man who owns the largest chain of grocery stores in the region a fruit arrangement, but …. I think I'll wear this one", holding up the white two-piece suit she wore on Election Night. "What do you think?"
"I think it's fine", he says, leaning against the door jamb with his arms folded across his chest.
"No, this won't work. I need something more businesslike", resuming to flip through the hanging clothes. Fitz rolls his eyes and walks from the closet wondering why she bothers to ask his opinion about what to wear if she never listens to what he says.
"I'm going to take a shower", he calls out over his shoulder as he walks toward the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later he is showered, dressed in his pajama pants and tee shirt, and leaning against the headboard catching up with the activity on his social media accounts.
"Babe, can we talk about looking for a house in the city?" She asks carefully as she performs her nightly routine of rubbing the cream onto her body. He sighs silently.
"Can we put off having that discussion until after I finalize my legislative agenda? It's due at the end of the quarter and I don't have a lot of mental space to think about anything else right now."
Olivia stops rubbing the cream onto her arm and looks over her shoulder at him.
"What?" He asks, seeing the look on her face.
"You say that all the time. You always seem to find an excuse to delay talking about moving. Something always takes precedence over having this discussion", she says somewhat frustrated.
"It's not an excuse, Liv. I'm drowning here - playing catch-up. I'm in meetings every morning and reading legislation all afternoon. I haven't begun to formulate my policies and create my plan. I have a lot to do. I honestly won't have time to discuss moving until after my agenda is finalized."
She looks at him for a long while, nods, then resumes applying the cream onto her body.
"We're going to discuss this, mister."
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For the past few weeks Bennie has been spending most nights at Marion's apartment. It has become their routine to meet after work at a restaurant near her apartment for dinner then go back to her place for the evening. Since he often has early morning surgical procedures, and Mercy Sinai Hospital is 45 minutes from Marion's apartment, he has begun to leaves a few items of clothing and toiletries at her place so he can go directly to the hospital in the mornings after his run.
"It was a little weird seeing Fitz so uncomfortable delivering his speech at his first Council session", Marion says as she hangs her clothes in the closet. "He's always so confident—self-assured."
"Some would say overly confident", Bennie says, looking for a space in the closet to hang his shirt and pants. "You like to shop – a lot", he says, staring at her closet, which is bulging with clothes, shoes, and purses for every occasion.
"Don't do that", she says, looking at him as if she is ready to pounce.
"Don't do what?" Looking at her dumbfounded.
"Don't judge me", and when he begins to protest she holds up a hand to stop him. "Ben, I like you, but I won't tolerate you or anyone else judging how I choose to spend my money. I like nice, pretty, shiny things and I will not allow you to make me feel guilty about buying the things I like."
"Marion -"
"You are not my father, nor are you my financial planner - I already have one of each. So if you want to serve in either one of those roles then this is not going to work", she says, glaring at him with fire in her eyes.
"I'm sorry", he says, but she does not hear him because she is upset. She hates being judged.
"I like all of my things", looking around the space. "Everyone single purchase was made with thought - for the most part. They all make me feel good and look good I might add."
"And you are beautiful, with or without all of your shiny things. And for the record, I wasn't judging you, I was just trying to find space to hang my pants and shirt."
Unable to find space in the closet to hang his clothes he tosses them onto the settee and walks from the bedroom. Marion wants to kick herself for jumping to conclusions. She looks at his retreating back and closes her eyes, thinking she is going to kill whatever they have before it really has a chance to get started.
"I'm sorry", she says, walking slowly into the living room where Ben is sitting on the sofa scrolling through his phone. "I guess I'm not very good at this – relationships that is."
He tosses his phone onto the sofa and reaches for her hand, pulling her onto his lap.
"I get that you like nice things and I like that about you."
"I'm sorry –"
"Shh - just listen", placing his index finger onto her lips. "I will never presume to know what is best for your life. Nor would I ever judge or criticize you. I only want the best for you, but –"
"But what?" She jumps in, cutting off his words.
"But, you have to learn to listen to me", staring intently into her eyes.
Marion smiles sheepishly thinking Ben is no pushover. Although he is somewhat quiet and easygoing, he has a certain quality that she has not been able to put her finger on, at least not yet. He also has an uncanny ability to check her, to set her straight, and without ever raising his voice.
"Be patient with me, please. I'm trying."
He smiles and pecks her on the lips.
"Why does your family call you Bennie if you prefer Ben?" Marion asks pushing him down onto the sofa and straddling him.
"Well, Liv and Mr. and Mrs. Pope call me Ben." The corner of Marion's mouth twitches as she forces herself to continue smiling.
"And why is that?" Pulling the tee shirt over his head.
"I told Liv that's what I preferred to be called when I was assigned to be her high school buddy."
"Tell me about you and Olivia back then", she says, kissing down his neck.
"Nothing to tell", enjoying the feeling of her mouth.
"Lift up", she whispers.
He raises his bottom from the sofa and helps her to slide down his underwear. He pulls her close and kisses her fervently, and the sounds of lips smacking and moans of pleasure quickly fill the air.
"Did you two date?" Slowly trailing kisses down his chest, suckling his nipple.
"No", he says, but she feels his body tense.
"But you wanted to?" Marion probes, knowing she is on to something.
"Liv is married to my brother", he says tightly, squeezing her bottom through the flimsy nightgown.
"But you had feelings for her?" She asks, following the scent like a bloodhound as she trails wet kisses down hhis chest.
"Let's not talk about this, Marion."
"Ben, I want you to open up to me. I want us to share our past. That's the only way we're going to really get to know each other", covering his taut stomach with kisses.
He closes his eyes enjoying the feel of Marion's wet mouth and his stomach muscles tremble. He does not want to dredge up the past. He has spent a lot of money with his therapist over the last several years reconciling his feelings for Olivia and he does not want to go back to that place.
Marion continues to swirl her tongue aroun his trembling stomach, circling his navel with her tongue. She slides her hand down and gently strokes his sac, grazing her fingernails over to two hard nuts, and he begins to harden.
"I had a crush on Liv – a long time – she never knew", he adds quickly.
"Did Fitz know?" Flattening her hand and slowly spreading his fluid over the head.
"No", he says breathlessly, squeezing his eyes tight and beginning to move his hips. Her hand feels so good. "Fitz is older - at Naval Academy when she moved here."
"Does that feel good?" Watching as he leaks over her hand.
"Yes, yes. Don't stop."
"How did Liv and Fitz meet?"
"Welcome home party", now pumping in and out of her warm, wet hand.
"Mmm", she moans, kissing down his muscular thigh.
"They got married. How did you feel?"
"I was an ass – tried to punish them", pulling her head to his erection. He needs her mouth.
Marion nods at the admission, slides down the sofa, and captures him in her mouth. She moans because he tastes so good and Ben expels a slow, long groan, thrusting into her warm mouth.
XXX
"Good morning", Fitz says cheerily as he walks into the kitchen carrying his suit jacket.
"Good morning, Fitzgerald", Gwendolyn and Calvin say in unison.
"Good morning, sir", Hildie says.
He hangs the jacket on the back of his chair and kisses a squealing Jolie on the forehead.
"What has my baby girl so excited this morning?" Stroking his long index finger up and down an animated Jolie's cheek.
"She's happy to see her father", Gwendolyn says, smiling adoringly at her youngest granddaughter who is sitting in the carrier looking at her fatherand flailing her arms.
"Are you happy to see daddy, Angel?" Fitz asks with a smile as he lifts Jolie from the carrier and bounces her on his arm.
"Can I get you some breakfast this morning, sir?" Hildie asks, turning from the stove and smiling as she watches Jolie laugh each time her father lifts her in the air.
"Thank you, Hildie. I'll have the usual", Fitz says, walking over to the coffee maker. "Café Touba, Angel?" He asks playfully, and Jolie bounces up and down in his arms as if she is accepting his offer; and all of the adults laugh out loud.
"What's so funny?" Olivia asks, walking into the kitchen dressed in a navy blue pant suit with a fuschia-colored, v-neck silk tee shirt.
"Good morning, Livvia", Gwendolyn says. "You look lovely today."
"Thank you mom", giving her mother a peck on the cheek.
"Good morning dad - Hildie. So what's so funny?" She repeats as she walks over and pecks her father on the cheek.
"Our Jolie is anxious for her first cup of Café Touba", Calvin says with a chuckle.
"Give me my baby", taking a laughing Jolie from her husband's arm. "No Café Touba for you young lady", Olivia says, sitting at the island and setting Jolie on her lap.
"May I get you some breakfast, Mrs. Grant?" Hildie asks, as she sets Fitz' plate onto the island where he typically sits.
"Thank you, Hildie. Scrambled eggs and toast, please."
"Right away, ma'am."
"Café Touba, Liv?" Fitz says with a smirk, holding his mug in the air in her direction as he leans against the counter that houses the coffee makers. Calvin and Gwendolyn burst into laughter again and Jolie laughs and bounces up and down on her mother's lap. She has learned to laugh whenever she hears those around her laughing.
"You should eat your breakfast before it gets cold", Olivia says flatly, looking over at her grinning husband.
"Give me Jolie before she has an accident on your suit", Gwendolyn says, taking Jolie from Olivia's arms. "So why does Fred Bryson want to meet with you, Livvia?"
"I don't know, mom. It's all a mystery. It's probably about the Springfield Heights project", dropping a teabag into her mug and filling it with hot water.
"Well you tell him he needs to expand the ethnic foods section in his stores. It's too skimpy", Calvin says with a frown.
"That's right, Liv. Tell Bryson he needs to start selling Café Touba in his stores", Fitz chimes and Calvin laughs again as Hildie sets Olivia's plate in front of her. Olivia rolls her eyes because her husband and father are being silly this morning.
"That's really good, Fitzgerald", Calvin says with laughter. "And tell Bryson to get some of those beans so Gwennie can make those breakfast sandwiches we all love so much."
The room becomes quiet immediately. The proverbial pin can be heard dropping onto the tile floor as Calvin continues to laugh. With wide eyes, Hildie turns away from the stove and looks at the laughing man. Stunned by her father's remarks, Olivia looks over at him, still holding a forkful of scrambled eggs midair. And, Gwendolyn glares at her husband from across the room. Unaware of the turn of events, Calvin doubles over in laughter, wiping the tears from his face. Fitz looks at Calvin in shock and clears his throat to alert the man that his joke fell flat. Calvin looks over at his son-in-law, who is shaking his head from side to side, then he looks sheepishly at his wife, and the smile slowly fades from his face.
"I think I should be going", Fitz says hastily, wanting to extricate himself from the uncomfortable situation.
"I wonder what's taking Cena so long to come down this morning." Calvin asks, trying to change the subject. "We're not going to hae time to catch up with Rufus this morning."
Olivia and Hildie continue to look at the man.
"She's dressing the dog in his sweater so he doesn't get cold when he walks her to the bus stop", Gwendolyn says tightly, continuing to shoot daggers from her eyes at her husband.
"That's nice, Gwennie", Calvin says, trying to make amends.
"I couldn't resist buying that sweater. Bowtie looks so adorable in it", Gwendolyn continues.
"Good job", Gwendolyn, Fitz says, draining his coffee mug then taking his plate over to the sink. "I have to get going", looking at his watch again. "I have and 8:30 meeting. Can you meet me for lunch – after your meeting with Bryson?" Looking at his wife as he slides on his suit jacket.
"I'm sorry, babe. I have a few errands to run after my meeting."
"Rejected again", he says, kissing Olivia on the cheek as he walks from the kitchen. "Good morning, Princess", Fitz says when he sees his Cena and Bowtie walking into the family room. He swoops her up into his arms, giving her a peck on the cheek.
"Good morning, daddy. Bowtie wants a kiss, too."
"Just a head rub, Princess", he says, reaching down and patting Bowtie on the head. "Go get some breakfast while daddy goes to work. Okay?"
"Okay. Wait here Bowtie", Cena says as she walks into the kitchen. With a sad face, Bowtie lie on the floor in the family room as he watches Cena walk into the kitchen.
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This morning Fitz is meeting with Henrietta Chalmers, the Education Committee Chairwoman. The Education Committee is responsible for all matters relating to education in the public schools, except for matters referred to the full Council. Councilwoman Chalmers has led the Education Committee for almost two decades, and is quite vocal about issues involving education. Her chairmanship also expires in three months.
With everything he has read so far, Fitz is finding it commonplace for committeee chairmpersons to have held their positions for many years, well over a decade in some instances, and he has not yet determined if this this is a good or bad thing.
"Sir, Councilwoman Chalmers has arrived", Victoria announces as she stands in the doorway sweeping her eyes over boss and thinking he looks happy this morning. Victoria is observant and has begun to identify the Cuncil President's moods.
"Thank you, Ms. Sanchez", he says, standing from his seat and slipping on his jacket. "Show the Councilwoman in, please."
"Council President Grant", the short, stocky woman says, displaying a mouthful of teeth as she enters the office.
"Councilwoman Chalmers, thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to meet with me this morning", Fitz says, walking across the room to shake the woman's hand. "Come in – have a seat", gesturing toward the chairs in front of the desk.
"Thank you, Mr. President", glancing around the office and thinking she has not been in the room in quite some time.
"May I get you something to drink - coffee, tea?"
"No – no", Henrietta says, waving her hand dismissively. "I've had my quota for the morning."
Fitz nods as he walks behind the desk and waits for the Councilwoman to take her seat.
"You have a beautiful family, Mr. President", the Councilwoman says, admiring the framed photographs of him with his wife and children on the desk and credenza behind the desk. You even have a dog."
"Thank you, I'm a lucky man", smiling proudly as he sits into his chair. "And please, call me Fitz. My family and friends call me Fitz. I hope we will become friends as well", flashing his politician's smile.
"And call me Henri". All of my family and friends call me Henri", the Councilwoman says, returning the same politician smile. She is trying to remain calm because she is not quite sure why the new Council President wants to meet with her. Her chairmanship expires in a few months and she wonders if he is planning to replace her with someone of his own liking.
"So how are you getting settled in, Mr. - Fitz?" She smiles, looking at the documents piled on top of the desk.
"I'm still trying to get acclimated. I certainly have a lot to learn."
"You'll be just fine. It'll take a little time to learn how things work around."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence - that makes me feel better", and they both chuckle lightly.
"I don't want to take up too much of your time, Counc - Henri, so I'll get to the purpose of this meeting", and Henri nods politely. "I made a commitment to my supporters during the campaign to reform education in our city. And what that means right now I just don't know. My supporters are dissatisfied with the quality of education their children are receiving. They think the system is - has been failing them for years. Parents are afraid the education their children are receiving will make them less able to compete with their contemporaries around the world. And frankly, the data seem to support their concerns. You've been leading the Education Committee for many years, Henri, what's your assessment of the city's education system?"
Henri nods and lets outs a heavy sigh. She has been front and center of this school reform debate for many years.
"You certainly are taking on a hot-button issue in your first term, Fitz", and Fitz purses his lips, nodding his head up and down. "And everybody and his brother has an opinion about it. Unfortunately, many who have sat in your seat have only paid lip service to the issue."
"I hope to do more than that, Henri."
"That's good to hear. For the past three or four decades the issue of school choice has been at the top of most parents' lists of things they want the city to fix. Most of our children's educational opportunities are determined by the zip code in which they live. If they happen to have parents who are wealthy enough to live in a neighborhood with good schools and resources then they get a phenomenal public school education. However, if they were born into a family with limited financial resources, then the educaton they get is not so good. Politicians try to deny the impact the zip code has on the quality of education a child receives – but it's a fact. Hell, most of them send their own children to private schools. Poor children just don't get the same treatment as children who are well off. But as a legislator – as the head of the Education Committee – I'm not comfortable with that position. I think all children deserve a quality education - regardless of their address."
"So where do you stand on the whole charter school issue, Henri?"
"I will admit traditional public schools can learn a lot from charter schools", and Fitz nods. "But", Henri says, lifting her hand in the air, "the charter system lifts the floodgates and lets a whole different set of challenges flow in. A study released last spring, concluded that, overall, charters have failed to live up to high expectations from parents, students, and teachers."
Fitz nods because he has read the same report.
"Some of these charter schools feel like a family business. Half of the employees on their payrolls are relatives and friends of the administrator."
"Is that a bad thing? It's all about results, right?"
"If they're were getting results then I would say it doesn't matter. With that said, I give charter schools a big thumbs down", she says emphatically, jabbing her right thumb downward. "Traditional public schools were good enough for me and my children and they are good enough for the children of today."
Fitz frowns and nods her head to continue.
"If you want to fix something, Fitz, fix the School Board. The Education Committee has not been satisfied with how the Board has chosen to spend the money we've allocated to them over the years. We have warned the Superintendent more than once to get it together or we will withhold future funding. I know – I know, doing so will only hurt the children, but they're already hurting. The state has been reducing the amount of funding to our schools down here because the state legislators say they don't see the return on their investment. They've also threatened to take over our schools if they don't see better test scores." Fitz nods again. He has heard enough.
"Thank you, Henri", standing and walking around the desk. "I appreciate you meeting with me this morning. And, if you don't mind, I would like to meet with you again, in the near future."
"That will be just fine, Fitz."
"I'll have my assistant schedule another meeting. Have a good day, Henri," he says, escorting the woman from the office.
"You as well, Fitz", and Victoria's ears perk up when she hears the Councilwoman call her boss by the name she knows is reserved for his family and friends.
XXX
When Olivia arrives at Bryson Foods downtown headquarters, she stops in the restroom to check her appearance. After touching up her makeup, she pulls out the manila folder from her briefcase and qickly reviews the budget for the Springfield Heights project again. She bought the financial statement with her just in case Bryson wants an accounting of how his donation was spent. After refreshing her memory, she stuffs the folder back into the briefcase, looks into the mirror one more time, then swings open the door and walks down the hall to the executive suite. When she approaches the receptionist's desk, the attractive, middle-aged woman greets her with a polite smile.
"Good morning, Mrs. Grant", the woman says kindly. "Mr. Bryson is on an unexpected conference call - he should be finishing up shortly."
"That's quite all right", Olivia says, returning the smile.
"My name is Deanne Summers - I'm Mr. Bryson's executive assistant. May I get you something to drink?"
"No thank you, Ms Summers. I'm fine."
"Call me Deanne, please", the woman says, standing and walking from behind the desk. "I'll escort you to Mr. Bryson's private waiting area. He'll come out when he has finished his call."
Olivia nods and follows the woman down a short hall to a well-designed waiting area. A large televeison hangs on the wall displaying a cable news channel. The volume is turned down low. Several public laptops are situated on the small tables around the room, and assortment of beverages, fruit, and pastries at palce on the refreshments bar across the room.
"Have a seat and help yourself to whatever you like", Deanne says, motioning her hand toward the refreshments bar. "Oh - there are charging stations over there if your phone needs a little more juice. And, there is a restroom down that hall - just in case you need to powder your nose", she says with a smile.
"Thank you, Deanne", Olivia says, flashing a genuine smile at the polite woman.
As Olivia sits in one of the plush chairs waiting for Fred Bryson, she scrolls through her phone, checking her email. And less than five minutes later, a hidden door slides open and the tall barrel-chested man walks into the room with a big smile on his face.
"Mrs. Grant", Bryson says, extending a hand. "I am so sorry to keep you waiting. An unexpected matter occurred this morning that required my immediate attention."
"That's quite all right, Mr. Bryson", Olivia says, standing and accepting the man's handshake.
"Come, join me in my office", Bryson says as he turns and walks past the pocket door.
"Wow", Olivia says when she enters the ultra contemporary office. "The view from the 48th floor is absolutely magnificent."
"It is, and I never get tired of looking at it."
"Neither would I", she says half to herself.
"Have a seat, Mrs. Grant", Bryson says, as he walks behind his desk. Olivia sits in one of the chairs facing the desk and the magnificent view of the bay behind Fred Bryson.
"I get everything I want from the people who sit in that chair", pointing to the chair in which Olivia is sitting. Olivia tilts her head, looking at thee man curiously.
"Mrs. Grant, whenever someone sits into that chair", "they become so mesmerized by the view they are willing to agree to anything", he laughs and Olivia smiles.
"I can understand why", she says, playing along with the gag.
"Thank you, Mrs. Grant for agreeing to meet with me today", Bryson says, leaning forward and and resting his elbows on the desk.
"It is my pleasure, Mr. Bryson. But I must admit the call was totally unexpected."
"I'm sure. I'm sorry for being so mysterious, but I wanted to have this conversation in person, face to face."
Olivia nods.
"Marla - Council President Briggs - and I were friends for quite some time. It is a shame about the mess she found herself in toward the end. Her motives were good, even though her actions were more than slightly illegal."
Olivia looks at the man and remains silent.
"Olivia, Marla was quite fond of you, but more so, she believed in the work you are doing - helping the underprivileged have access to clean and safe drinking water. She arranged the meeting with city officials and local business people I attended. She told us you wanted to establish a public-private partnership to replace the corroded plumbing in those homes in Springfield Heights. Your husband – and your lovely daughter, Cena, did a wonderful job presenting your proposal. How is Cena doing by the way?"
"She is doing just fine", Olivia says with a smile.
"And Jolie - that is the name of your infant - correct?"
"Jolie is also well", Olivia says, definitely impressed by the man's personal touch.
"Olivia - may I call you Olivia?"
"Of course", she says without hesitation.
"Olivia, while I was more than willing to donate monies to help resolve that dreadful problem in Springfield Heights, after the meeting I started thinking there must be more I can do to support the people who support my business."
Olivia nods, listening intently.
"While Bryson Foods has given to many charities over the years, I realized my efforts to give back have not been happening in a systematic - structured way."
Olivia nods her head.
"Olivia, I was born into poverty and my brothers and I were raised by a single mother who worked as a waitress to put us all through school - on the meager salary of a waitress. My dear father left us when my brothers and I were all under the age of five. It's an old story - husband goes to the store for a gallon of milk or a loaf of bread and never returns - leaving the wife with several hungry mouths to feed."
"Poverty is not pretty at any age, Olivia, but it is especially ugly when you are a child and don't understand why you don't have the basics like food and things other children have. Some nights all my brothers and I had to eat for dinner was watermelon. While under normal circumstances having watermelon for dinner would be a treat, but after eating it three nights in a row it quickly loses its appeal. I hate watermelon to this day", he says with a far-off look in his eyes.
"My mother taught us that although we were poor, education would make the difference in our lives - our ticket out - as she would say. So she worked hard to send all of us to college. She instilled in us that our history didn't have to be our destiny."
Olivia smiles politely, enjoying Bryson's rags-to-riches story.
"Olivia, the community in which I grew up is not unlike many of the urban communities of today - communities in which many of my stores are located - places like Springffield Heights, Tighlman. People make up a community, Olivia. And what I have wtnesse when driving to my stores are hardworking people who are just trying to make ends meet. People who are much like my mother, who have little if anything left over from their paychecks after buying food and payingfor housing."
Olivia listens to the successful businessman still wondering why she is here.
"You must be wondering if I asked you here to listen to the story of my life", and she smiles politely.
"You've had a very interesting life, Mr. Bryson."
"Call me Fred - please", and Olivia nods.
"Olivia, I've been wanting to meet with you for several months, but delayed doing so. I wanted to give you and your family time to heal from that horrible tragedy."
She nods, shiveering slightly. The thought of what happened to her family on that mountain still sends chills down her spine.
"Olivia, I would like you to help my company to become more effective in giving back to the communities we serve. I would like for you to develop a full-fledge CSR Program - a corporate social responsibility program."
Olivia's eyes widen and a millions thoughts and questions immediately flood her brain. She certainly was not expecting Fred Bryson to offer her a job when she accepted his invitation to meet with him at his downtown office.
"I don't know what to say", obviously taken aback by the man's offer. "I certainly wasn't expecting you to offer me a position with your company, Mr. - Fred."
"I know - I know", Bryson says. "I realize this is something you will need to think about. Don't be concerned about your foundation, you can spend as much time there as you like. You've been doing good work there, Olivia, and it should continue. Also, you shouldn't consider this position as a typical nine to five job. You can organize your time however you like. Of course you will have an office here in the executive suite, but that does not mean you have to use it. You will own your time. I just want results."
Fred Bryson leans forward on his desk and smiles at the look of astonishment on Olivia's face.
"Fred, as I said, I was not expecting you to offer me such an interesting position when I showed up here today. And while I'm flattered that you thought of me, I must be honest, I have not worked for anyone in quite some time. And, I have never established a CSR program like what you are talking about."
"Then that makes us even", Bryson says, and they both laugh. "I have every confidence in you, Olivia."
"Thank you Fred", she says, hesitating for a moment.
"Is something wrong, Olivia?"
"With all due respect, Fred, while I find your offer to be very tempting, I hope it is not related to my husband's new position. I can tell you I do not have sway over that part of his life", looking intently at Bryson.
"Olivia, I appreciate your candor. It's reasonable to think I might want a political favor from your husband since this is a very political town. But, I am not looking for any favors. As I said, Marla and I had discussed your work - long before your husband decided to run for political office."
She nods.
"Think about it, Olivia, and take your time", Fred Bryson says with a confident smile. "I think together we can help improve the lives of a lot of people."
XXX
"Keep stirring, Princess, else it will burn."
"Okay, daddy", Cena says, standing on the stool at the granite island happily stirring the mixture in the pot her father placed on top of the electric hot plate.
"Do you want chicken tonight?" He asks, peering into the refrigerator to see if Hildie actually has chicken in the poultry bin.
"Daddy, Miss Ebony says our spring recital is soon. She said Asha and I have to practice a lot."
"Do you still like going to dance class?" Turning Jolie's carrier around on the granite island top so she can watch her sister learn how to cook.
"Yes. It's fun, daddy."
"Do you like the girls in dance class?"
"Yes, but I like Asha the best."
"Well you have friends who live out here - at your school. Right?"
Cena nods with a frown as she continues to stir.
"But?"
"They're different, daddy."
"Different - what do you mean different?"
"I don't know", she says, shrugging her shoulders. "They're just different."
"Do you like your friends at dance class better?"
"They're fun, daddy", shaking her head up and down as she continues to stir.
"Oh my god", Olivia exclaims when she walks into the kitchen and sees Cena standing on a stool decked out in a full chef's uniform, including white toque, jacket, and black and white checkered pants. Cena looks over at her mother with the biggest smile on face.
"Careful, Princess", Fitz warns. "You have to stand the way I told you."
Jolie gurgles and flails hers arms when she hears her mother's voice and Bowtie slowly slinks out of the kitchen as Olivia sets the bags of groceries onto the granite island top.
"I'm daddy's soup chef, mommy", and with mouth still hanging open Olivia looks over at her smiling husband.
"Sous chef, Princess", he says, correcting his assistant.
"Oh", Cena says, resuming stirring the mixture.
"I found it online. JoJo has a onsie version", he says proudly, nodding his head toward the carrier.
Olivia removes her navy blue blazer and peeks at her baby who is indeed wearing a onsie version of a chef's uniform, including a tiny toque.
"What is daddy doing to my JoJo?" Bending and kissing Jolie on both cheeks.
"Mommy, I'm helping daddy to cook. I'm stirring risotto—it's fun." Olivia squints at her husband and he nods. He is determined to teach someone in this house how to properly cook risotto.
"Remember, you have to keep stirring, Cee."
"Okay, daddy."
"Where's my kiss?" He asks with a smile. Olivia pecks him on the lips then begins to remove the groceries from the bags.
"Don't you have anything better to do at work than to shop on Amazon?" Looking at his tee shirt that resembles Jolie's onesie.
"Somebody's been grocery shopping", he says, watching her remove the items from the shopping bags. "How did your meeting go with Bryson? Did you tell him he needs to start selling Cafe' Touba in his stores?" He laughs, still thinking the joke from this morning is funny.
"I'll tell you everything later", she says, opening the refrigerator to put away the foodstuff. "Where's mom and dad?"
"I called your mother earlier and told I would pick up Cee from school. They're over at Triumph."
"The kids say daddy's truck is cool, mommy. It's the biggest truck ever – bigger than Uncle John's."
"And red", Olivia adds, rolling her eyes skyward.
"Red is my favorite color, mommy", Cena informs her mother.
"I know, baby."
"Dinner will be ready in 30", he says, setting the chicken breasts in the oven.
"Babe, my schedule changed so I called to see if you were still available for lunch."
"You called?" Looking at her with furrowed brow.
"I left a message with Victoria", she says, setting the milk on the shelf in the refrigerator.
"Hmm, I didn't get it. She must've forgot. Let's see how that risotto is coming along, Princess", he says, walking over to where his diligent sous chef continues to stir the mixture.
XXX
Fitz huffs in frustration as he once again struggles to yank back the tightly tucked bedcovers. He still does not understand why Hildie continues to make such a tight bed. He has asked Olivia to speak to her about it but nothing has changed. He grimaces as he looks over at his wife who has easily pulled back the covers on her side and has begun slathering the cream onto her leg. Finally pulling back the covers, he climbs into the bed, wipes the sheen from his forehead, then picks up his phone to review his schedule for the next day.
"I'm met with Henri Chalmers today", he says, tapping the icon for the calendar app.
"Who?"
"Henrietta Chalmers, the Chairwoman of the Education Committee."
"Oh", continuing to rub the cream onto her leg.
"This school reform issue is such a tangled web", he says, looking at his schedule.
"It certainly is."
"Do you realize half of the Council members have held their chairman positions for over a decade - some much longer?"
"Is that a bad thing?" Rubbing the cream onto her arm.
"I'm not sure if it's a good thing or bad thing", frowning when he sees Ms. Sanchez has once again scheduled him with back to back meetings.
"What do you mean?"
"A person can become comfortable – stale - after they've been in the same position for a long time. They might become rigid – stuck in their ways - might not consider new approaches to solving problems."
"On the other hand the knowledge and experience they possess is invaluable."
"Councilwoman Chalmers has been in her position for almost two decades. Everything that I've read about her and what I heard today makes me wonder if she is the right person for that position."
"Why do you say that?" Olivia stops massaging the cream onto her arm and looks over her shoulder at him with an arched brow.
"I just don't know if her thinking is progressive enough to lead that important committee moving forward."
"You better be careful, Fitz, it sounds like you're talking about ageism."
"No I'm not", he shoots back, looking up from his phone.
"Then maybe sexism."
"Sexism - why would you say such a thing?" He asks with indignation.
"Because Darius has been on the Council for a long time as well and I didn't hear you questioning whether his thinking is progressive enough. I'm just saying."
He frowns as he watches her set the jar into her nightstand drawer. He no longer wants to discuss Henrietta Chalmers.
"So tell me about your meeting with Bryson? What did he want?" Olivia turns around with a big smile and eyes dazzling brightly.
"Babe, you would never guess why Fred Bryson wanted to meet with me", she says excitedly. "Guess – try and guess", bouncing up and down on the bed. But as usual she does not give him a chance to guess because she blurts out the answer.
"Fred Bryson wants me to lead his CSR Program –."
"CSR?" He repeats, unfamiliar with the initials.
"Corporate Social Responsibility", she says quickly, as she straddles him. "Fred wants me to establish Bryson's corporate brand around philanthropy. He wants me to define a philanthropic program to support the communities in which his stores are located."
Fitz smiles because when his wife gets excited she talks fast, a habit Cena has adopted.
"Fred hunh?" He says with a smirk and she slaps him on the shoulder playfully. "Seriously Liv, it sounds terrific."
"I don't know, Fitz, I've never done anything like this before", she says somewhat hesitant.
"Liv, you been running your foundation for years - doing great work I might add."
"Thank you, baby", pecking him on the lips. "It would be a major undertaking."
"You established a brand for the Olivia Pope Foundation. Everybody in the city knows about all of the good work you've done to educate people about all things water. And that Springfield Heights project—well there's no doubt about your talents. That was a major accomplishment—that's probably why Bryson wants you."
"He mentioned that. He also said Marla always had kind things to say about my work", she says somewhat sadly and Fitz tries not to roll his eyes at the mention of his predecessor's name.
"What did you say? Did you accept the position?"
"I told him I needed time to think about it. We need to discuss what it would mean if I were to go to work for someone. I haven't worked for anyone in years."
"Well, I'm all for it. This is a great opportunity for you", wrapping his arms around her waist and giving her a kiss.
"I don't know. I love the foundation and the work we do."
"I understand, but maybe you can do much more with the kind of financial backing Bryson can provide. His chain of grocery stores are located all across the west. He is the number one grocer in the region."
"I know, but it's a big change. We're just getting settled after everything. You're just starting as President of the City Council. A lot is going on."
"I don't want you to put your career on hold because of me. Hell, I just started a new career. I even gave up my business so I could run for political office. Mona can run the foundation like Geoffrey is now running Grant Enterprises. I think you should do it."
"What about the girls? I've been working from home since before Jo was born. I pick up Cena from school most days."
"Maybe we can find an acceptable daycare for JoJo", he says, thinking about options.
"You're kidding, right? You didn't want Cena going to daycare."
"That was different. A lot has changed since then – we've changed - will continue to change. And Cena will be catching the school bus in another year. You know she has been dying to do so. So that's solved."
"You really think I should do it?" She asks with a yawn.
"I really think you should do it."
"Fred did say I can call all of the shots - make my own schedule. I'm sure I can work something out for the girls. Maybe put Jo in daycare just a few days a week - when I have to meet with people outside of the office. I really don't want to put Cee in an afterschool program. That will be a really long day for her. She's already doing dance."
He smiles because she is thinking out loud about how to make it work for them.
"I can pick up Cee some days. We just need to coordinate our schedules."
She nods as she continues to think about the implications of working for someone else.
"And if you decide after some time that you don't like it, then you can resign." With lips pursed, she nods, still in deep thought.
"Well, I have to discuss this with Mona."
"Do you think she will have a problem managing the foundation?"
"I don't know - no. Mona loves what she does. She's already managing everything, really. We'll have to hire someone to replace Mona. She can't continue to do everything alone."
"Geoffrey had to hire an assistant when I stepped away. He hired Marcus."
"I want to think about it a little more before I make a decision, babe. I'm meeting with Mona tomorrow to help her write her speech for the Women's Day event. I'll test the idea with her then", she yawns again.
"Good, now let's get some sleep", pulling her close and turning off his lamp, and she reaches her arm over to turn off her lamp.
"Regardless of what Mona decides, Liv, I think you should do it."
"You think?" Curling close to his side."
"I think", he says, kissing the top of her head and she smiles as she falls asleep.