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Sean was sitting in the Oval Office looking over his files when there was a knock at his door.
"Come in," He spoke as he flipped through the new bills Congress wanted to introduce. Entering the room was the person he had taken photos of, Sam and Mercedes. His name is Spencer Porter, and he came highly recommended, considering how incognito and tight-lipped he was.
"Spencer, I see that you have some information for me as though I remember correctly that you were not to come in here unless you did," Sean said to the man.
Spencer answered, "Mercedes Jones and Sam Evans are back in town. Do you need me to keep following them, or do you have another plan?"
Sean thought, "Start following them both, a heavy eye on Sam Evans. I think seeing him in his spare time will be of value for me than Ms. Jones."
"Understood, sir," Spencer spoke as he left the office. When Spencer left, Sean grabbed his phone, phoning for Kurt. Speaking of his friend, he had begun to see less and less of him as time passed. He barely saw the man in passing now as they continued working. Sure, it could have been how strict Sean had become and how less patience he had, but he never thought Kurt would distance himself.
"Yes, Mr. President," Kurt spoke, sounding tired.
"Kurt, are we good?" Sean questioned.
"Good, in you being president, then yes, your work hasn't failed, and you haven't missed a beat," Kurt answered bored.
"I know it is part of your job description to stroke my ego, but at least sound happy about it. What have I missed, Kurt? We don't speak in person now."
"You are planning to pardon and then marry a person who kidnapped a woman you claim to love, and then if the woman you claim to love ever speaks out about it, you plan to ruin her. If you think I want to speak about my personal life with you, then you are sadly misinformed."
"Kurt, this is just business."
"Sean, this has nothing to do with business, and you know it. You are just upset because Mercedes is happier with him than she could have been with you. However, since you want to know something know this, I plan to go public with my relationship with Sebastian in the near future, and I plan to announce that we are expecting a child from a wonderful donor. So let us both be clear that after this presidential term, I will no longer be working with you. I'll be a husband, and I'll be a father, and there is nothing that you can do about it." Kurt hissed. Sean bopped his head around before chuckling to himself.
"Sweet, sweet Kurt, you forget that you once would confess everything to me. How it would be such a shame for Sebastian to find out about Blaine Anderson, more specifically, the flirtatious text messages between the two of you. And trust, I can recover them, and you can't do a damn thing about it. So test me if you want to, Kurt, and I'll ensure that the marriage you think you are on track to fixing is over."
"Go to hell, Sean." Kurt stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind him, as Sean sat with himself and pulled out an envelope. He moved his documents over and poured the envelope contents on the desk. Sifting through the pictures until he found the one of Mercedes and Sam having sex in her kitchen.
"Make your first move if you want to Mercedes. I fucking dare you." He spoke to himself.
"Ok, so Kurt gave you this file, and this is everything that he is planning to do, but he didn't give you what he was planning to use against Sam and me," Mercedes said as she walked around her office. She had made it back to Washington last night, so currently, she was in the conference area with Santana, Harris, Artie, and Sam.
"No, all he gave us was that file, and he told us the plan, but whatever Sean has, he must be waiting for you to make the first move, and depending on how you do that depends on what he could release," Harris spoke.
"What all do I have to release on him?"
"Well, you have the forbidden file, the fact that he had someone follow you around and take photos, and now that he is trying to marry the mastermind behind your kidnapping," Artie mentioned.
"And he could have the photos, which could be of Sam and me doing anything."
"Excuse me, but what is the forbidden file?" Sam questioned.
Mercedes looked at him, "Shortly after he found out he won the presidency, he and I made a tape, but he blurred me out, thanks to Artie. The only person anyone, could recognize would be him."
Sam answered, "Wait, were you comfortable with this tape being made?"
Mercedes sighed, "Guys can we have a minute, please?" Her friends left the room without question, leaving just Mercedes and Sam. She walked over to him and sat beside him. "Sam, no matter what I tell you, you have to be calm about this entire situation. When Sean and I made that tape, I was drunk, and I don't remember anything leading up to it. The only thing I remember is waking up first and seeing the tripod. I immediately got the camera and gave it to Artie, and thanks to him, I am just a white and black blur with a voice changer. I promised myself that I would never use the file unless I had to, and I don't know what will happen, Sam, but I might have to use it."
Sam held Mercedes's face, "Listen, because I respect your wishes, I will not do anything yet. But right now, it is taking everything in me not to break his fucking neck."
"Sam, I love you, and nothing has ever felt more right than you, and I promise when this is all said and done, I won't ask you to restrain yourself anymore." Mercedes insisted as she kissed him. Sam smiled at her.
"Alright, let's do this."
Breaking News:
It is being confirmed by multiple sources that Mercedes Jones, a well-known D.C. political fixer and the White House's former press secretary, was kidnapped. Not only that, but the mastermind behind her abduction is Penelope Whaler. If you remember, Whaler and President Sean Groster are in a very committed relationship, and at one moment in time, Ms. Jones herself was in a very private relationship with President Groster herself. So how will this new revelation affect the White House romance? More on this story tonight.
"Baby, I can go on national television and say something about this. Refute her claims, make her seem erratic in behavior and thought, and disprove all this." Penelope suggested as she sat in the office with Sean, Kurt, and Spencer as they watched the television break the news.
"No, you aren't going to do anything. Keep yourself quiet. We get the public on our side by keeping our mouths shut. Spencer, I want you to release those photos of Sam and Mercedes tonight and put seeds of confusion on what exactly does for a job." Sean spoke.
"Or we just fucking drop this whole thing and send Penelope's ass to jail where she belongs. Then we put our focus back on your fucking campaign for re-election." Kurt hissed.
"Kurt, when you signed up to be my Chief of Staff, you signed up to go through everything, the good, the bad, and the ugly, and right now, we are in the ugly, my friend. So you get yourself together for a fucking war.
American News Cycle w/ Hosts Janet Postini and Brad Conrad:
"I mean Janet, these are some scandalous photos. You have this man Sam Evans having sex with Mercedes Jones in her apartment in her kitchen. It would be different if it were just one photo, but these are multiple; in one photo, you can see him eating her out." Brad joked.
"Brad, these photos were taken by a creeper, and it doesn't matter. What matters is that Mercedes's story is heard, and these photos are obviously copouts to put her in some harlot light." Janet sighed.
"Well, I mean, it definitely makes people look at her in a different light. Now more specifically, onto this hunk of a man named Sam Evans. Now I heard that he is some assassin, and he slinks in the day to kill people, and then he moves on. So what if he killed a person right before he rocked Ms. Jones's world?"
"Again, a bunch of bullshit hearsay from our host, ladies and gentlemen."
Deion Jones had requested a meeting with Sean shortly after the American News Cycle had broken, and those photos of his daughter and his employee had leaked. Of course, he could have gone the rest of his life without seeing the photos, but he knew there was something deeper with Sean. He had a relationship with the man when he and his daughter were dating, and not once did he ever give off malicious vibes. That is why currently he was in the Oval Office waiting on Sean. When the door opened, he stood and greeted the man.
"Mr. Jones, how are you, sir?" Sean spoke sincerely as he shook the older man's hand, and they sat opposite on the couches in the room.
"I'm doing good. However, I wish we could have had this conversation on better terms. You had something to do with those photos of my daughter and Sam." Deion answered
"I wish I knew who leaked those photos, Mr. Jones, but I don't." Replied Sean.
"It wasn't a fucking question, Sean. I know you did them. No one has access or power close enough to ask for Spencer Porter. And I know it was him because I have eyes everywhere, and I have people dying to tell me things. So stop this fucking war with my daughter, and you can still be president. Of course, that Penelope bitch will have to be dropped first."
Sean chuckled, "I can tell you a lot about your daughter. How when we first dated, I found out I was her first for a lot of things. Her first boyfriend cared about the dates, the first boyfriend that showed her an inkling of chivalry. However, my favorite first of hers was having her cum in my mouth repeatedly. She curls her toes when she is about to orgasm or screams when you have hit her spot just right. I could tell you much about Mercedes, even how she tastes."
Deion looked at the man in front of him before pulling out a gun and resting it on his leg with it pointed toward Sean, "You can scream for help if you want but see the majority of the people who work here are on my payroll. They do what I say, so let me make something very clear with you, you keep playing this war with my babygirl, then she won't be the only person that you have to worry about when your ass is begging for mercy." Deion put the gun back in his holster on his hip and left the office.