"You didn't fall out of a coconut tree... You exist in the context of all in which you live and what came before you."~Kamala Harris

President west is not an island on to herself, read now as she seeks the wisdom from those who came before. Enjoy~S.K.

Chapter 6

Jade sat at her desk in the Oval Office, the weight of the world pressing on her shoulders. She dialed a familiar number, hoping for some clarity. The phone rang twice before a warm, authoritative voice answered.

"President Harris, thank you for taking my call," Jade said, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Of course, Jade. How can I help?" Kamala Harris's voice was a comforting presence, even over the phone.

"I need some insight on dealing with foreign policy as a woman, especially with the situation in Yerba," Jade began. "The new dictator is... well, she's an old friend from high school."

Kamala paused for a moment before replying. "The advantage here is that you are a woman, and so is she. But as it stands right now, the US does not need to rush in just because Yerba is vulnerable. You have to sit back and watch where her policies go."

Jade sighed, feeling the pressure of her position. "How does it look if I go for reelection with this history hanging over me?"

"Why would you hesitate to run for reelection?" Kamala's tone was curious but firm.

Jade hesitated, the words heavy on her tongue. "I'm going to get a divorce. Beck and I... we're just roommates now. I feel selfish keeping him from moving on just because I want to run."

Kamala's voice softened with understanding. "Jade, it's your responsibility to run and continue carrying that torch for the women coming behind you. Your personal problems, though challenging and something the press will surely latch onto, can also serve to humanize you. People relate to struggles; they see themselves in you."

Jade felt a swell of emotion at Kamala's words, a mixture of relief and determination. "Thank you, President Harris. I needed to hear that."

"Anytime, Jade. Remember, you're not just doing this for yourself but for every little girl who dreams of being in your shoes someday. Keep fighting."

Jade hung up, the former president's words echoing in her mind. She leaned back in her chair, a newfound resolve settling over her. The path ahead was still daunting, but she felt a renewed sense of purpose. She had to run, not just for herself but for everyone looking up to her.

She picked up the phone again, dialing her chief of staff. "Let's prepare for the announcement. I'm running for reelection."

The room buzzed with anticipation as reporters prepared for the press conference. Jade's press secretary, Melissa Chambers, stepped up to the podium, her expression composed and professional.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us today," Melissa began. "We will be addressing concerns about the recent developments in Yerba. Please, go ahead with your questions."

A reporter from The Washington Post raised his hand first. "What is the administration's stance on the new regime in Yerba? How does this affect American interests in the region?"

Melissa nodded. "The administration is monitoring the situation closely. Our primary concern is the safety and well-being of the Yerbanian people and the impact on regional stability. We are evaluating all options and working with our international partners to ensure a coordinated response."

Another reporter from CNN chimed in. "With Yerba now under new leadership, does the administration believe there's a chance for improved diplomatic relations, or is this seen as a further entrenchment of dictatorship?"

"We are hopeful for positive changes but remain cautious. It's too early to determine the new regime's direction, and we will continue to advocate for human rights and democratic principles," Melissa replied.

A journalist from NBC News raised a hand. "There have been reports of President West and the new Yerbanian leader having a friendship in the past. How does this personal history influence current US-Yerbanian relations?"

Melissa paused before answering. "President West will address that directly. Please hold your questions until she arrives."

A few moments later, the doors opened, and Jade West entered the room. She moved confidently to the podium, acknowledging the press with a nod.

"Good afternoon, everyone," Jade began. "As you know, the situation in Yerba is complex and evolving. I want to assure you that our administration is dedicated to promoting peace and stability in the region."

She took a deep breath before continuing. "I'm also here to announce that I am running for reelection. The primaries are six months away, and I believe in continuing the work we have started. There is still much to be done."

The room erupted with questions. Jade pointed to a reporter from The New York Times.

"President West, can you elaborate on your past relationship with the new Yerbanian dictator and how it might influence your decisions?"

Jade nodded. "Victoria Vega and I were part of a group of friends in high school. We haven't spoken since we were teenagers. The person I knew then is likely very different from who she is now. As for myself, I've grown and changed significantly over the years, and I'd like to think I'm much better now."

A reporter from Reuters followed up. "Do you believe your old friendship could be influential in dealing with the new regime?"

"It's possible that our past could offer some common ground, but I approach this situation with the utmost caution. My priority is the interests of the American people and ensuring that our actions align with our values."

Another journalist asked, "Given your history, do you feel personal feelings could compromise your objectivity in handling Yerbanian affairs?"

Jade shook her head. "My decisions are guided by what is best for this country and its people. Personal history aside, I am committed to maintaining a clear, objective perspective in all matters of foreign policy."

She scanned the room, taking in the sea of faces. "I understand the concerns, and I welcome the scrutiny. It's part of the job. But let me be clear: my focus remains on leading this country with integrity and dedication. Thank you."

Jade stepped away from the podium, leaving the room filled with murmurs and flashing cameras.

Jade walked into the East Wing residence, feeling the weight of the day's events. As she entered the living room, she found her identical twin daughters, Hazel and Ivy, lounging on the couch, engrossed in watching "Jimmy Kimmel Live."

Cat Valentine-Shapiro, the Second Lady and Jade's best friend, was the guest on the show. Cat had been touring, keeping the tradition of Second Ladies maintaining their careers through their husbands' vice presidencies. She was a renowned singer and actress, and her presence always brought a sense of warmth to the screen.

Jade sat down next to her daughters, the three of them focused on the TV. On the screen, Jimmy Kimmel greeted Cat with his usual charm.

"Welcome, Cat! It's great to have you here," Jimmy said, his smile broad.

"Thanks, Jimmy! It's always fun to be here," Cat replied, her bubbly personality shining through.

Jimmy leaned forward, his expression turning a bit more serious. "So, Cat, the world is watching Yerba closely right now with Chancellor Vega taking over. You knew her in high school, right?"

Cat nodded, her expression thoughtful. "Yes, Victoria Vega was part of our group of friends back in the day."

Jimmy raised an eyebrow. "How close were you with her? And what about President West? Were they close?"

Jade's stomach flipped at the question. She glanced at her daughters, hoping they didn't pick up on her tension. Cat, ever the perceptive friend, answered with practiced ease.

"President West is my best friend," Cat said, smiling warmly. "The Chancellor was part of our group, but Jade was always closer with Beck and me. She was more reserved, while Tori... I mean, Chancellor Vega, was more outgoing."

Jade breathed a sigh of relief, thankful for Cat's careful wording. Hazel and Ivy, sensing their mother's unease, turned to her.

"Mom, did you know Chancellor Vega well?" Ivy asked, her curiosity piqued.

Jade nodded, choosing her words carefully. "Yes, Ivy. We were friends, but as Cat said, I was closer to her and Beck. High school feels like a lifetime ago."

Hazel looked thoughtful. "It's strange to think about people you knew becoming world leaders."

Jade smiled at her daughters. "It is, Hazel. Life can take unexpected turns."

On the screen, Jimmy shifted topics. "Cat, how do you balance your career with your role as the Second Lady? It must be challenging."

Cat laughed lightly. "It is, but I love my work, and Robbie, Vice President Shapiro, is very supportive. We make it work as a family."

Jimmy grinned. "Speaking of family, any plans to expand?"

Cat blushed slightly, glancing at the camera. "We're happy with our family right now, Jimmy. But who knows what the future holds?"

The conversation on the screen shifted to lighter topics, and Jade felt a pang of guilt. She hadn't told Hazel and Ivy about the impending divorce. It was a conversation she needed to have, but finding the right moment was difficult.

Hazel turned to her mother, concern in her eyes. "Mom, you seem distracted. Is everything okay?"

Jade forced a smile. "Just a lot on my mind, sweetheart. Being President is a big responsibility."

Ivy nodded. "We know, Mom. Just remember we're here for you."

Jade's heart swelled with pride and love for her daughters. "Thank you, Ivy. I appreciate that."

As the interview with Cat continued, Jade felt a mix of emotions. She was grateful for Cat's friendship and support, but the reality of her situation weighed heavily on her. She would have to tell Hazel and Ivy about the divorce soon, but for now, she was content to sit with them and watch Cat, their bond providing a brief respite from the complexities of her life.