Writer's Notes: Credits to Sylvester James/James Wirrick for lyrical inspiration or snapshot to the series. You Make Me Feel (Mighty Real)-1977/Fantasy Records, all rights incorporated. Also to Chad Elliott/Rufus Moore/Beyonce Knowles with So-So Def Recordings (Featuring Jermaine Dupri, Lil' Bow Wow, Missy Elliott and Da' Brat)-Jumpin' Jumpin'-1999, 2000 Columbia/Epic/Sony Entertainment.

When we get home darlin'
And it's nice and dark
And the music's in Vienna
Still you're hot

Suzanne sang the second stanza to the Sylvester classic, You Make Me Feel (Mighty Real) aloud and off key to the annoyance of the males on West Wing; she plumb ran out of the last damns she gave on manners. Some, not amused to the latest comeuppance, muttered an inappropriate response audible enough to hear.

'You didn't have to embarrass Collins on a PT drill in the process...' A male colleague said aloud.

The three were scheduled to work until 6 pm, with Suzanne's off days on Tuesday and Wednesday for the week. The second Monday was the day she showered and dressed at the White House after workout. Within the 15 minute window she donned the tailored pants, dress shirt, and a sweater. Her feet, however, consisted of tennis shoes as she sashayed to the area with a pastry tray-courtesy of the White House Kitchen-in one hand with documents tucked underneath the other arm. The flat screens replayed the agents struggling during the morning run played in the loop and Suzanne Gibbs, the heroine, emerged on the homestretch alone.

"Oh,Picture me gone-make this a moment for Kodak, BYE!"

The original network aired an apology to Mrs. Gibbs stating that, "the reporter and medical personnel misjudged initial conclusions…" on a recent health segment.

"Shouldn't had implied I was overweight and out of shape…"

Suzanne retrieved outfit accessories from the supply closet and the spare bag, the usual routine for a Monday morning exercise regimen. Her office was sufficient enough for a quick glance before returning onto the floor. The heated exchange carried over. The women, once the quiet majority on the floor, found great comfort in the combatant responses from the new Presidential Aide.

"Optional run." She emphasized that it was a PT drill. She carried on without abandon. "And Collins…didn't have to be a stubborn jackass and run five miles this morning, but he did…" Suzanne quickly responded. Others vocally agreed, both male and female.

'You took it personal.'

"He made it personal once he took a swing at me on the basketball court last week." The conversation ended with that sentence. Suzanne emerged, restacked her braided locks into a loose ponytail. "Now, I suggest you have a seat, take some bass out the responses towards me before I make you a believer inside and out this office—you hear me?!"

"While you were making believers out of doubters, Suzanne Gibbs…your stunt went viral." Claudia loudly interrupted, maneuvering an interoffice cease-fire like a referee for the two contenders return to a neutral corner. Appropriate office place etiquette returned, such as soft toned one-on-one conversations. "Phones haven't stopped ringing…"

She tossed the handful of messages onto Suzanne's desk.

"The talk show circuit have called for interviews."

"I'm not going on national television!" Suzanne prepared the general coffee set up for their general meeting-her daily with the President over coffee and paperwork. It was an hour before the general meeting with Advance and Scheduling. She electronically submitted last-minute changes for the overall Daily Briefing.

"For God's sake, don't let the President know about the TV circuit."

"Oh… too late, Grasshopper! He personally booked you for New York tomorrow morning!" Linda shared with Suzanne.

"Damn!" The young aide's clenched teeth, followed by a low groan was frustration.

"Don't sweat. I'm going with you." Claudia began. "6:30 flight from Reagan. We spend the night, get plenty rest to make our rounds, Sister."

"Congratulations: you're now a model for 21st century feminism." Linda laughed. "Instead of Rosie the Riveter, we have Suzanne the Sadomasochist."