The Things People Will Do For An Oval Office

A/N- I hope all is well with all of you. Thank you for your continued support of this story. A few more chapters and this story will draw to a close. I hope you stay for the grand finale. I promise it will be satisfying.

Chapter 11- Ashes to Ashes, DAR to Dumped

Harrison groggily shuffles into the kitchen stretching and yawning. Clad in grey shorts and a grey tee shirt he creaks out a "Morning Huck."

"Hey", Huck replies.

Harrison reaches into the cabinet, pulls out a cup and pours himself a cup of coffee.

"How long you been up?"

"About three hours."

Thump, thump, thump.

"You have got to be kidding. They're at it again. It's 7:30 in the morning." Harrison whines in disbelief.

"I've been up since about 4:00 and it started around 5 and hasn't stopped."

"No way, impossible man."

"Like I said, it has been ten years."

"Oh god Fitz, don't stop! More, give me more, I love you so much!"

"Livvie, Livvie. Let go baby! Come for me baby!"

"Harder Fitz, go deeper! Make me scream!"

Fitz rammed into Olivia with relentless vigor. With every thrust, he plunged deeper and deeper into her core, sending her into a blinding state of sexual euphoria.

"Fiiiiiittzzzz!"

"Why don't you have your earplugs in?"

"I'm immune to it now. I don't even hear it anymore."

'I don't know how Olivia is walking around. I mean really. My man Fitz sounds like he is going all balls deep each and every time. Is he popping the V? He can't possibly be throwing down without some kind of chemical assistance."

"Naw, man, he's all natural. It is amazing what ten years of pent up sexual frustration will do a person. Maybe the body stores sexual energy in your fat cells or your appendix. I don't know, maybe it's that yoga shit they practice. I just know they are insatiable. Have you seen how they look at each other when the conversation is not about this Harold business or OPA matters? You can cut the sexual desire with a knife. It's like they are in a constant state of arousal."

Half an hour later Fitz and Olivia came downstairs for breakfast. "Good morning", they chime cheerfully in unison.

Harrison, Huck and Carter groan back "morning".

Fitz and Olivia look at each other and shrug their shoulders, a little baffled by the three's drab response.

"What's up? Is something wrong?" Fitz asks.

"Nothing", they each take turns responding, but never lifting their eyes from the bowls of cereal they are consuming.

"Look something has you all in a foul mood. What is it?" Olivia says pushing for an answer.

Carter decides to enlighten the clamorous lovers. "Okay, see here's the thing, we're all happy that you and Fitz are finally together; really we are. But come on, you two have been going at it almost 24/7 like a couple of teenagers on prom night. In fact, we are sure your bed is going break through the drywall if you keep doing what you are doing. And, oh...my...god, all the moaning and screaming, really Fitz? Olivia? You know Huck has given us all earplugs to use anytime we are on this floor. Geez, our imaginations are running wild down here. I may need therapy just to get the noises you two make out of my mind!"

Olivia and Fitz grin. "We're sorry. We will try to tone down our connubial activity." Fitz offers smirking.

A few minutes later, the amorous duo is seated at the table with the rest of the team.

Olivia addresses Huck. "Where are we?"

"Mellie's restroom performance was uploaded a few days ago and it has already received over a million hits. Liv you should call the DAR today. Quinn is in place and Mellie is scheduled to speak at the State Regents Gala tonight. She's also to receive an award for her literacy work at the Awards Gala tomorrow night." Huck relays.

"Perfect. I'll make the call in a couple of hours. I want the bomb to drop just as she's about to speak. How are things shaping up for the California component?"

"Fitz just needs to wait for the call. The election rigging and bribery evidence was delivered to the Secretary of State three days ago. Fitz, remember to sound apologetic yet outraged at what you discovered when they contact you for confirmation."

"Not a problem. When I'm not with you guys or Liv, outrage is all I feel.

"What is happening with Harold?" Fitz questions.

"He's been meeting with his attorney's on the pig incident and trying to do damage control. The Grant Industries Board is threatening to oust him. He has hired a doctor to testify that he was drugged. But since the stuff we used leaves no trace and the drug test performed by police while he was in custody showed no traces of a drug; I don't know what exactly this doctor is going to testify to. Hey, but given his predilection for fabricating evidence I'm sure he'll claim he had a more sophisticated blood analysis performed that confirms his drug claim."

"Thanks Huck. I plan to move the cash accounts tomorrow. By the weekend Harold will only have access to his illegal offshore accounts, which by the way, the feds will happen to learn about in a day or two". Fitz remarks.

"When will you present your father to the board?" Harrison asks.

"Olivia and I will meet with him and the doctors tomorrow. As soon as they give the go ahead, I'll call for an emergency board meeting and disclose everything."

"Will Grant Industries survive this debacle? Harold is responsible for so many shady deals; the liability to the company must be enormous." Carter again voicing what the others will not bring up.

"I have known for over 20 years my fath'r.., Harold was a corrupt backroom schemer. I came on board to the company with my eyes open. I have worked very hard to contain or redirect his fraudulent maneuverings to a few unprofitable subsidiaries solely controlled by him. The core ventures of Grant Industries are clean and will be shielded from the coming firestorm."

"What about the mole? Is Harold suspicious of him yet?" Harrison questions as he leisurely chomps down on an apple.

"What happens tomorrow will draw his attention away from his mole hunt. Harold thinks I am an idiot as far as the ins and outs of Grant Industries. Standard security protocol calls for the immediate change of all passcodes when a key executive is compromised. Harold, the arrogant shit thinks I never gained access to the security access codes for the subsidiary and parent accounts or slush funds. The contracted vulnerability assessment is scheduled for three o'clock tomorrow. "Huck are you ready?"

"Following the first fund transfer I'll launch a root kit, spoofing program and a packet sniffer. The system binaries will be rewritten, false data will be sent out and encrypted passcodes captured. It will look like black hat hackers exploited weaknesses in the network during the assessment. The false data from the spoofing program will keep IT busy long enough for you move all the money."

"Once I start moving money, the mole will alert Harold. Huck estimates it will take the systems team at least ten minutes to initiate a system wide shutdown and erect a new firewall, but by then I will have transferred 99 percent of the company's liquid assets. A quick investigation by the mole will identify one of the fund managers under Hearst as my inside conspirator. After all the transactions are complete I'll issue a statement to the Board of Directors stating that the funds have been transferred to new accounts as a security precaution to protect the assets due to recent cyber intrusions across the network and extensive internal breaches in security. Harold and his goons will be cut off from all essential Grant Industries accounts and core systems."

Fitz looks over at his wife just in time to see a glob of strawberry jam fall from the piece of toast she is eating and land smack dap in the cleavage of her firm delectable mounds. She uses her finger to slowly wipe the jam from her breasts, then places her delicate finger in her moist full mouth and seductively sucks off the sweet treat. Fitz's Pavlovian response to his wife's oral presentation is to immediately stand up and walk over to her. Without saying a word, he extends his hand to Olivia. Without hesitating, Olivia stands to take his hand and the two head back upstairs. Fitz stops at the base of staircase. He takes Olivia's jam wiping digit into his eager mouth. He slowly sucks on her finger as if it is a heat quenching popsicle on a hot summer day. He places his other hand in her pajama shorts and gently strokes her dripping core. Olivia moans as her legs tremble. He lazily withdraws her finger from his mouth and kisses her on the lips, then the cheek, then the neck, and finally her sweeten cleavage. He slowly licks away the tiny strawberry remnant and removes his Livvie essence drenched hand from her shorts. He licks his fingers clean of her sweet nectar and kisses her passionately. She tastes herself on his tongue, its intoxicating. She runs her fingers through his hair as his mouth descends on her breasts. His scintillating titillation is engorging her clit bundle. He lifts her up, she wraps her legs around his waist and rubs her heat against his bulging penis as he carries her up the stairs.

Thump, thump, thump….crunch. "Oh my god Fitz we literally put a hole in the wall," Olivia screams.

"Shit!" Fitz bellows.

A sudden burst of joint hysterical laughter echoes through the air; then silence.

Thump, thump, thump…

"I don't believe it. Did they pay attention to anything I said, Carter exclaims.

Harrison and Huck reach into their pockets and pull out their earplugs.

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'President General Smith, you will excuse me if I find your take on this situation somewhat less than genuine. The Daughters of the American Revolution have a well-documented history of exclusionary practices and an almost xenophobic obsession with lineage."

"Mrs. Pope, I can assure you the same membership standard is applied to all DAR candidates. Your client simply failed to meet the most basic condition of membership. All applicants must meet the lineage requirement and show direct bloodline descent."

"It is Ms. Pope and again, you will forgive me if I have no confidence is your assurances given your organization's blatant bending of the rules for prized candidates. My client provided the requisite ancestral information but was summarily disqualified for membership by the D.C. branch of DAR. She was disqualified because she is adopted and DAR membership is supposedly restricted to direct blood relations."

"Yes, Ms. Pope that is correct. DAR membership is limited to direct descendants of our national forefathers and mothers who helped this great nation achieve independence. However, adoption does not automatically disqualify a candidate. If the adopted candidate can show a direct ancestral connection independent from their adoptive family they can become a member of the DAR."

"Mrs. Smith the DAR continues to have a very narrow vision of what went into this nation's independence. Furthermore, I find your condescending attitude offensive. Do you think I have not researched the background of some of your more prominent members? I know your keynote speaker for the State Regents Gala is in fact adopted. Now I find it ironic that because my client was truthful she is being denied membership but candidates that fail to disclose pertinent information are given the honor of addressing the membership at the State Regents gala."

"Ms. Pope I am sorry but I am at a loss for words here. What exactly are you trying to insinuate?"

"I'm not trying to insinuate anything. I am stating for the record that Mellie Abernathy is adopted."

"Ms, Pope I can assure you Regent Abernathy has been thoroughly vetted. Her lineage has been checked and double-checked. Her pedigree is impeccable. Mellie is a shining star in this organization and her reputation above reproach. Her literacy work has put the DAR in the forefront of efforts to combat this national shame. I am proud to call her a dear friend. I resent your accusations."

Knock, knock, knock. "Uhm, can you hold on a minute Ms. Pope? Yes Nancy, what is it?"

"President Smith one of the genealogists found a discrepancy with one our regent's records. "

"What do you mean discrepancy? What kind of discrepancy?"

"Well, standard practice is to review our featured speaker's lineage and include a copy of that information in the biography. The new genealogist, Ms. Perkins who is a wiz with the computer and archival information searches found omission an in Regent Abernathy's bloodline information. The regent was adopted at birth from a non-related surrogate."

"Okay, hold on Nancy. Give me a minute."

"Ms. Pope, Ms. Pope are you still there?"

"Yes, yes, I am President Smith." She fumbles as Fitz slips his hand up her skirt.

"We can end this conversation; I've pretty much said all I have to say. I'm just letting you know my client will be holding a press conference tomorrow to expose the DAR's continued reprehensible practices. Your organization has had ample time to correct the errors of the past but it is clear the prejudicial practices and mindset of old are still fully entrenched and embraced by your hierarchy. The same pervasive soul numbing bigotry against African Americans remains unabated." Fitz starts squeezing her nipples. Olivia knocks his hand away, gives him the eye and points her finger to the chair on the opposite side of the room.

"Ms. Pope, before you or your client does anything rash; please allow my staff to check into your allegations. I am sure there is a simple explanation. May we have 24 hours to investigate?

"Uhm, Uhm, I'm sorry what did you say?" Fitz is undeterred and Olivia's resolve is weakening. She bites her hand to cover up her moaning.

"24 hours, can you give us 24 hours to look into this matter?" President Smith repeats.

"I'll take your request up with my client. If you don't hear from me within the hour, your request has been granted. Thank you for your time President Smith and I hope to hear from you in 24 hours."

"Thank you Ms. Pope. We will contact you in 24 hours; good-bye."

"What the hell baby! What were you thinking? That was an important conversation." Olivia pipes out.

"I don't know Livvie. The words you were using and your demeanor on the phone… I…I all of a sudden had to have you." He kisses her softly on the lips.

"Reprehensible practices, embraced by your hierarchy, he glides his tongue across her lips. "Soul numbing bigotry", he cups her face and he plunges his tongue into her mouth. "When you verbally take someone down you are so damn hot my basherte." Olivia grabs his buttocks and draws him close. He breaks her embrace and pulls down her panties and sets her comfortably on his unleashed throbbing member as he walks back into their bed and gives her a fleshy reward for her expertly delivered diatribe.

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"This is a disaster! How could we have overlooked this? It's too late to get another speaker and she's schedule to receive an award for her literacy efforts tomorrow. How can we let her make a speech tonight with what we know?" President Smith says nervously.

"President you need to make a decision. They are about to serve the dessert, then it will time for her speech. What do you want to do?" Nancy, her administrative assistant squawks.

Mellie sits a table with the leaders of the DAR. As usual Mellie, ever the shape-shifter, she morphs into the consummate DAR member. She regales her tablemates with stories of her ancestry and the countless good works she and her family perform. Mellie is in the zone, she is primed, pumped and ready to perpetuate the myth that is her life.

"So Mellie how is Fitz? How long have you two been together? What has it been six, seven years? Rumor has it you he finally plans to make an honest woman of your before the end of the year." DAR VP Danvers probes.

"I hear he has formed an exploratory committee and plans to make a run for governor next year." Another mover and shaker inquires.

"Ladies, I am impressed with your gossip network. Yes, I can confirm Fitz and I are to wed before the end of the year. As for his gubernatorial bid, the jury is still out on that one."

"Is it because of this whole fiasco with his father? It has not gone unnoticed that Fitz has yet to issue a public statement."

"Fitz has a complicated relationship with his father. They're both driven and honorable men. Fitz will make a statement in the next few days. He and Gerry are strategizing on how best to address the lies and mountains of misinformation being leaked by the biased liberal media. Mellie comments dutifully. Gerry had better find Fitz quick before this plan is kaput.

"Where is your ring?"

"Oh, I don't have it yet. Fitz is planning to announce our engagement this weekend at the ranch. It will be a small intimate affair with close friends and family. Fitz and Gerry are big on family. I feel so lucky to have found the love of my life. When God made Fitz, he broke the mold. I am totally devoted to him. He satisfies my every need. Mellie tears up for dramatic effect.

"You are so lucky Mellie."

"That I am." She says as she squeezes Danvers' hand.

"Well ladies I would love to continue this conversation but I have a speech to deliver." Mellie stands and says her good-byes to the table.

"President Smith what are you going to do?"

"Let her speak. We will issue a statement of regret in the morning."

"What about the threatened press conference?"

"I think Ms. Pope's client will be reasonable once she has a chance to read our statement about Mellie which will include an apology to all rejected candidates like her?"

Mellie walks confidently across the stage waving and blowing kisses to the audience.

"Huck it's Quinn, she says push the button." Harrison relays as he ends the call.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. It is such an honor to speak to you this evening. The DAR is one of the premiere repositories of our nation's humble but extraordinaire beginnings. Each of you here is a history maker. You are the legacy our forefathers and mothers fought to create. Never take you significance in this world and this nation for granted. Blood has been shed, cities razed and families destroyed all so we can sit here today as free men and women. Tonight I would like to speak to you on the subject of purity and fidelity. I am talking about the purity of the ideals that birthed this nation, and our fidelity to keeping those ideals alive at time where those fundamental truths are being challenged in every arena of our lives."

Without warning, everyone's cell phone starts to ring, chirp, pulsate and buzz. Mellie, unsure of what is going on, pauses for directions from President Smith. Muffled whispers, heads shaking is disgust and looks of pure shock ripple through the banquet room. Mellie's phone begins to ring. She's receiving an incoming message "Mellie makes history", with a Youtube link. She presses the link and gasps. She can't believe what is on the screen. There she is in the men's restroom at the club giving a blowjob to one man, being fingered by another and taken from behind by a third. The camera pulls back to show the line of men waiting to take their turn. Mellie raises her head letting her gaze pan the audience; the women have looks of disgust, the men are nodding their heads and smiling and the women seated at her table are staring at her with blank looks. Mellie suddenly grabs the podium, she feels light-headed. The room begins to spin then fades to black. No one immediately rushes to Mellie's aid; the shock from the video has caused an immobilizing affect on the attendees. Eventually one of the security guards attempts to revive Mellie.

Olivia, Fitz, Huck, Harrison and Carter are gathered around the laptop watching the social demise of Mellie Abernathy. Once they see the paramedics arrive on stage, Huck closes the laptop.

So, who's up for Thai food? Carter asks rubbing his two hands together. Heads nod accompanied by a chorus of "sounds good".

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A/N - Okay have you all seen the promo for TG's Lifetime movie Outlaw Prophet; OMG. Get a hint Shonda. TG works out.