Post '7A WF 83429'
She found him in the Press office, tapping away at a hundred words a minute. She sat in the vacant seat beside him and leaned back. "What are you working on?"
"Hi," he stopped typing and swivelled to face her, "I'm glad you asked, you see, I'm a reporter. I report the news – write stories, that kind of thing."
"Thanks for clearing that up."
"Anytime. Hey, I was hoping to get a chance to talk to you."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, but you first."
"No, go ahead."
He shook his head. "How can I help?"
"I just wanted you to explain what you've been doing hanging around the Whitehouse for the past ten years – now I get it."
"CJ."
She leaned back and sighed. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry."
"What did you do now?"
"I bit your head off – you hadn't done anything. Your researcher…"
"Oh that."
"Yeah."
"Okay."
"I really yelled at you."
"Yeah, you did. But then you told me to post – and in very good time too."
She leaned forward and smacked her fingers to his lips.
He took hold of her hand and moved it away from his mouth. "Don't worry. I'll never mention it again."
"I didn't want to go back on my word." She pulled her hand free of his.
"Did the president notice?"
"He may have mentioned it."
"Good thing he's not the president anymore then."
"No kidding."
Danny smiled, "Speaking of the president, how are they doing?"
"Off the record?"
"Please."
"Not great."
"That's to be expected."
"Yeah. Okay, I should get back to work – wait, you said you wanted to talk to me about something."
"We covered it."
"We did?"
"Sort of," He shrugged, "I'm never mentioning it again – which makes it hard to thank you for it. You could have got in a lot of trouble."
She smiled, exhaled, "We do have a way of helping each other out that tends to be really unhelpful, in the end – most of the time."
"Maybe," he nodded, considering this conjecture, "Okay."
"Sorry – you were working." She got up, "I'll see you later."
"Yeah."