urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ps_kale "you sure you wanna compare the NSA to the candyman?" Charlotte Kale 2005-05-04T17:15:28Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ps_kale:3125 2005-05-04T17:15:28Z 2005-05-04T17:15:28Z I'm getting sick of Gina asking me where I was stuck, how I was stuck, who I was stuck with for the shutdown. <br />Can't I trade her in for a quieter model?<br /><br />I have too much to do and too little time. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ps_kale:2926 2005-04-29T17:34:21Z 2005-04-29T17:34:21Z I'm so hungry. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ps_kale:2358 2005-04-29T17:26:33Z 2005-04-29T17:26:33Z For Friday:<br />- briefings (1&6)<br />- notes for 6pm B<br />- need the President's schedule for the weekend <br />- make Press arrangements for AF1 (seating?)<br />- schedule appointment with new Post journalist urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ps_kale:2169 2005-04-27T17:36:16Z 2005-04-27T17:36:16Z Briefing was hell. Is it too early to resign?<br />I think I've now severed all connections we had with The Washington Post. <br /><br />Also? I dislike the Pentagon. urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ps_kale:1942 2005-04-27T17:35:38Z 2005-04-27T17:35:38Z <a name="cutid1"></a><br /><br />"Military men shouldn't be allowed in the White House."<br /> Charlie just nodded, still skimming the paperwork in front of her. She made a noise of agreement before finally glancing up to her secretary. Gina stood restlessly, head tipped to the side and hair back. She offered a small smile before crossing her arms over her chest.<br /><br />"Why not?" Charlotte asked in an exasperated tone.<br />"Because they're too pretty to look at. They distract me." she watched Gina sidestep towards the door, "And there's one waiting out here to speak with you."<br /><br />"I've got a briefing in ten minutes." Charlotte shook her head, "He'll have to come back."<br /><br />The younger woman put up her hands, "He just wants to meet you. It won't take more than two minutes and if it does I'll create an emergency." <br />She didn't really wanna think about what kind of emergency the young woman could create. <br />Especially so close to the briefing room. <br /><br />"Who is it?" Charlotte demanded, leaning back in the desk chair, her arms stretching slightly before her. <br />Gina nodded, "New liaison from the Pentagon."<br /><br />"No." Charlie shook her head, body stiffening as she ground out the word.<br />Gina was already opening the door, making quick room for the tall figure to step through her door.<br /><br />"Tall and handsome." she offered in sarcasm, leaning back farther into the chair, faking the smile. <br /><br /> He smirked at her complacently, standing at almost attention in the middle of her office. Charlotte ran a glance up and down him, recognizing the uniform, the medals, the nameplate. The even tone of his skin and brief flash of his eyes. He was grinning when he finally let a breath break between them.<br /><br />"Hey baby." his voice was low and she caught Gina's flashing smirk as she shut the door behind her. <br /><br />"Sit Andy." she pointed at the chair, watching the way her ex-husband moved, angled and clean, never clumsy.<br />He eased into the seat before her desk, settling the uniform cap to her desk. "Yes ma'am."<br /><br /> She studied him for a moment. He was going gray. Silver tipping the edges of dark hair. Charlie inhaled hard and watched him settle his body, making it perfectly still but agile. His eyes swept her office before coming back to her.<br /><br />"So what idiot made you the White House media liaison?"<br />He grinned and his head tipped the same way it did when they were about to fight, "I volunteered."<br /><br />"Figures." Her breath stilled. "How was Aviano?"<br />"Hot." He shifted, leaning closer in that way he knew she hated, "How's the new digs?"<br />"Busy."<br />They were silent for a moment.<br /><br />"I don't like it. I don't like the idea of the two of us on TV together if something happens. It'll be a story."<br />"Charlie - "<br /><br />She cut him off quickly. "It's not a story now, but it will be if we go on television together in the middle of a national emergency...it smacks of nepotism."<br /><br /> She finally let her breath fall and her eyes found his in the silence. He was smiling and she couldn't help but let it upset her. He always upset her. That's how it worked. And he always infuriated her with that smile, and that calm smooth tone, and the way his voice quieted when he was angry. She wanted him to yell, just once.<br /><br />"Are you done?" his tone had softened and she noticed he was looking at her hair. <br />She inhaled through her nose, glancing at her watch. "Yes, because I have a briefing to go to."<br /><br />"I think, that if there is a national emergency Charlotte, that the American public will be more worried about what we're saying than the fact that we used to sleep in the same bed. Naked. Every night."<br /><br />Charlie stood quickly, "You have a good point, so I'm not going to tell you to go to hell like I'd planned on but you need to leave now."<br />He just smiled, standing and moving out of the room, "See ya on TV baby."<br /><br /> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ps_kale:1348 2005-04-27T01:21:08Z 2005-04-27T01:21:08Z <a name="cutid1"></a><br />To: CD Gannon<br />CC: DCOS Schutte<br /><br />You have officially ruined my career as WH PS.<br />The Press hates me.<br /><br />Charlie<br /> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ps_kale:1229 2005-04-26T19:21:05Z 2005-04-26T20:31:31Z <a name="cutid1"></a><br /><br />“Don’t look so busy.”<br /> She refused to look up, eyes left down towards the desk, skimming the notes from one of the forty seven meetings she’d been to that morning. Charlotte inhaled sharply as he stepped into the office, arms crossed amusedly.<br /><br />“Aaron Harris, journalist from the Washington Post, pain in the ass.” There was a smile on her lips. “How can I help you?”<br /><br />“We have a meeting.” He offered quickly, depositing himself on her couch. <br />She tossed her pen to the pile of papers and motioned to the calendar on her desk, “That’s why your name is written here.”<br /><br />“Cute.” He offered with a half smile. <br />She just blinked, “You’re poaching. You have been for a week.”<br /><br />“I need to write something.” He offered, hands up in defense.<br />Charlie nodded, “Stop asking about Xander Gannon and I’ll give you something else.”<br /><br /> The journalist lifted his chin slightly and she caught sight of a scar along his jaw. He blinked clear blue eyes at her, a smirk forming along one corner of his mouth. She watched as he started to shake his head.<br /><br />“He needs a deputy and I’ve got reports that he told the secretary off about the Foreign Policy section of the Union address.”<br /><br />“There’s no problem with the Policy section. Director Gannon met with the State Department and discussed possible changes. As you know, it takes quite awhile to write the State of the Union, Aaron.”<br /><br />There was an expected frown on his face, “So no comment from the White House?”<br />“I just gave you a comment.” Her tone was solid. <br /><br />“And the budget?” he opened his hands.<br />She shrugged, “Don’t know what you’re talking about. We’re not even that far into the year Mr. Harris.”<br /><br />He nodded silently as he stood. “You’re making enemies Charlie.”<br />She grinned, head tipped, “What’s new?”<br />Charlotte watched him walk away, catching Gina’s worried glance from the hall. “Bastard.”<br /> urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ps_kale:579 2005-04-26T18:06:37Z 2005-04-26T19:26:25Z Is it legal to fire a secretary for talking too much?<br />I'd honestly like to wrap Gina in Saran Wrap and electric tape. <br /><br />To-do:<br /><strike> - meeting notes to Xander</strike><br /><strike> - meet and greet the new dcos</strike><br /><strike> - meet with Post representative</strike><br /> - final notes for 1pm briefing urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:ps_kale:310 2005-04-26T01:44:39Z 2005-04-26T01:44:39Z There's not enough caffeine/nicotine in the entire galaxy to make me happy about this meeting.