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“Mr. President, we have survived the midterms, we flipped the House our direction, hell, we even improved upon our advantage in the Senate. If there ever was a time to push ahead with our foreign policy dealing with Russia’s economic interference, it would be now.”
Seth Rollins stood before the desk in the Oval Office, his pristine suit fitting his body with no creases, much like his political stances. The president had learned early in their working relationship that his Secretary of State was not one for gray areas between the black and white outcomes.
“Mr. President?”
The president’s eyes shot up, his hand detaching from his wedding ring he had been fiddling with, “Sorry Seth, I was thinking about the issue at hand, not ignoring you. Tell you what, I want you to set up a meeting with Gunther for both of us and on your discretion, you can grab Punk. I know he’s the opposition leader in the senate, but I need to have full congressional support for the policies we’d impose on Russia.”
Seth sneered at the mention of Punk, the man who in Seth’s confirmation hearings for his position as Secretary of State, grilled him about his affiliations with some unsavory political mercenaries. “Mr. President, if it was at my discretion we would have jailed that fucking guy from the start of this administration.”
“First of all, Seth, stop saying stupid shit like that around me. Even if I don’t agree with Punk and especially don’t like him, having cabinet members who want to imprison our political opponents isn’t acceptable. Second of all, I told you this so many times. You don’t have to be so formal with me. I’m Dominik Mysterio, president of the United States. I’m not Mr. President.”
“With all due respect, you’ve earned the honor of being called that title, I will continue to use it Mr. President.”
“Alright Mr. Secretary of State, I’ll make sure to get with Bayley and confirm with you what time our meeting with Gunther will be. Take care and keep coming up with good ideas.”
Seth turned on his heels, exiting the Oval Office with a slight air of disappointment around him. He had come in with a mission and all he got was the chance to engage in more bureaucracy. If only the president had taken his suggestion about political oppression more seriously.
“Alright, coast is clear.”
“Good lord, I thought he’d never stop talking Dominik. Love that you almost blew my cover because you couldn’t stop yourself from looking at me by the way.”
“Yeah Liv, just between us, you never heard a word that Seth Rollins discussed about foreign policy regarding Russia. However, on your second accusation, can you blame me? I’d much rather have had my time with you than getting rammed with discussion about economic sanctions on Russian oil fields.”
Liv Morgan plopped down on the couch in the Oval Office. Her time away from her occupation as a white house photographer was rapidly reaching an expiration point. Her billable hours were pressed up against their natural limits and Liv knew that her boss needed Liv in person to return her camera as a safety precaution.
“Got to be honest Mr. President, I never imagined my first time under your desk being in such unflattering circumstances.”
Dominik maintained his calm composure except for a small bite around the corner of his mouth to hide his reaction to such a forward advance.
“Liv, I hope by now you would know I wouldn’t be putting you in that situation.”
Liv held eye contact, not backing down from the most powerful man in the world.
“Mr. President, by now I think you would know that I want you whenever I can get you.
Dominik couldn’t clamp down quickly enough, his jaw dropping, thereby exposing his astonishment at the woman he had fallen down the rabbit hole with.
Liv removed herself from the couch, placing her hands on Dominik’s desk and leaning forward, placing a kiss on her forbidden lover.
“Goodbye Mr. President, maybe tomorrow we can act on our secret fantasy.”
The door shut behind her, leaving a flustered leader of the free world to collect his thoughts. Dominik hadn’t anticipated this rendezvous with a white house staffer to be his life force, but this romantic endeavor had brought an energy he had never felt before back into his life. His demeanor shifted however when his nervous tick resumed, fiddling with his wedding ring reorienting him to the natural world. The gravity began pressing down on Dominik as all the risk from this affair hit him like a ton of bricks.
Dominik muttered under his breath, maybe beyond his ability to control it, “Someday I’ll be able to come clean.”
Dominik stood outside the white house living quarters, the most amount of serious alone time he was afforded within the premises of the White House. He knew what was waiting for him on the other side of the door, his wife of seven years. He took a deep breath, swiping the doorknob so the door would open.
“Nice of you to finally show up.”
There she stood, her arms crossed as she leaned against the wall next to a place to dock shoes. “Oh, come on Rhea, I’m the president of the United States and I managed to get home before nine. Do you realize how rare that is with my job and how unfair that is of you?”
“You’d probably have been home before seven if you weren’t fucking that ginger whore.”
Dominik wasn’t one to get angry about his politics. He knew the game. If the other side got anger out of him, there would be no bounds to the attacks that would come his way. Yet, when it came to his wife, as of recently, nobody was better at drawing anger from him than her.
“Can you fucking stop with that shit Rhea? I mean good god, Becky Lynch is a more than qualified Vice President for my administration that delivered the western states for us in both elections. I don’t know how many times I have to tell you this. Plus, you don’t even realize how stupid you are being. Maybe if you were as good a stalker as you were at being batshit crazy you would’ve known that Becky’s out of the country right now reinforcing our commitment to North African nations regarding economic development and cultural exchange programs.”
Dominik’s words were searing, his posture full of intimidation, but Rhea was not one to stand down. She was a fighter down to her core. “Dominik Mysterio, I know you are fucking me over somehow. You may think you are hiding it well, but I know that you are betraying me somehow. You were probably in there jerking off to her fucking pictures you fucking creep.”
“Why do you always do this? I mean fuck Rhea, I can never win with you. Sometimes it feels like the goddamn president of Russia Ilja Dragunov hates me less than you. Why don’t you just do it?”
“Say it you coward.”
“Why don’t you just ask for the fucking divorce?”
Rhea scrunched her nose, the anger percolating within her. “Well Mr. President, look down at that ring you can’t stop trying to take off. That ring is my ticket to power. You have no way to get rid of me because you know you can’t be the first president to have a divorce while in office because it’ll open you up badly. You’ll do anything I say to avoid that, wouldn’t you, big boy? I have the ability to torpedo everything you’ve worked for your entire life. Why would I give up my leverage now when I know I can be made for life with all the benefits possible from the Federal Government of the United States of America? I might not be the lead politician standing in this foyer right now, but I certainly know my way around the dirty business of this career. Now, if you will excuse me, I’m going to set up my bedroom for the night for sleep while you get the honor of sleeping on the couch Mr. President. Word of advice though, don’t act out your fantasy with your ginger whore because I’m certain the White House staff does not want to see the leader of the free world on the couch with his dick out first thing in the morning.”
Rhea shifted off the wall, heading for the bedroom with a loud slam of the door. Dominik stood there just as he had throughout the argument, just as statuesque as Lady Liberty. Dominik released a deep breath, his anger still rolling through him like waves crashing on the beach. Feeling like he was back on solid ground, he made his way over to the couch, his mind preoccupied with how different this could all be if he had his photographer friend before he locked himself into this dead-end marriage.