xlvii. Heart
She wakes up and, feeling the onset of a migraine, immediately pinches the bridge of her nose. Ugh. Today is it. The day of all days. The most horrific thing of them all. And the worst part? You have to go to the White House and deal with whiny Congressmen. You—the sole Republican in a Democratic white house. And the worst part? Lionel Tribbey is quite possibly the scariest man alive, and he's your boss.
Another day in the Steam Pipe Trunk Distribution Venue.
She arrives to find little candy hearts on her desk.
My. Favorite. Republican.
She laughs.