"Mr. Diel, you have a visitor,"
Lincoln's head shot up from a stack of papers. Jezebel stood in the doorway, arms crossed. She turned around, almost robotically, and strut out the door.
The only time Jez ever called him "Mr. Diel" was when someone important was on the other side of the waiting room. Lincoln straightened up in his chair, quickly running his fingers through his hair and straightening his tie. He did a quick desk check,
Plans? Put them away. Calendar? Open to today's date, write something in it quick. Projector? On something non assuming. Hide the snacks, hide the drinks, push wrappers into the trash basket-
"Good afternoon, Mr. Diel," he froze. Heels clicked against the wooden floors, a chair creaked, the door slammed shut.
"President Holsten! Good afternoon, ma'am. I wasn't expecting you-"
"Please, Mr. Diel. We have a lot to discuss," her cold eyes followed him as he turned around and tried to smile.
"What can I do for you Miss President? I have some-"
"Show me the arena," Lincoln was taken aback.
"Um, okay. Hold on one moment here," he turned to the projector and tried to bring up some files, his fingers shaking. Finally, he brought up a giant map. He managed a nervous smile and turned back to President Holsten. Her face was blank, as per usual. A beat passed.
"Change it," Lincoln blinked,
"What was that ma'am?" he asked softly. Her light blue eyes hardened.
"I said, change it," she seethed. Lincoln's breaths started to become shallow,
"O-of course! Is there anything you'd like me to-"
"Scrap it and start again," President Holsten started to stand up. "Oh, and Mr. Diel, do not disappoint me," she started to make her way to the door. Lincoln only sat there, stunned. As she reached for the door handle, she stopped and turned around.
"Who was that at the front desk? Jezebel? Nice lady, that one," Lincoln felt his heart stop for a second. "She's sweet, and what about that brother of yours? Xander? His fashion line is something," She turned back to the door, "Well, good day Mr. Diel. We'll meet again soon, I guarantee it," The door slammed shut, and President Holsten was gone.
Lincoln felt his head start to spin. He put his head down.
In. Out. In. Out.
He looked at the projector and the map he'd spent countless nights on. With a heavy sigh, he deleted the file. His hand started to shake as he pulled up a blank document.
He was in for another long night.
That's President Holsten for you. She won't even pretend to be nice.
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