"Is he in?" Donna asked as she strode into Leo's outer office at just
before midnight.
"He's reading a report. That's a great dress Donna, how did your date go?" Margaret asked.
"Don't ask. Can I get a few minutes?"
"I'll just go and ask." Margaret got up and knocked on the door and entered. "Leo, Donna is here, do you have a few minutes?"
"Send her in." Leo took of his glasses and placed them on top of the briefing memo he'd been reading. "Donna, you look beautiful. Did you have a date?"
"Yes." Donna replied.
"Take a seat." Donna sat down. "What can I do for you?" Leo asked.
"I need to be transferred."
"Transferred, to where exactly. I thought you liked being Josh's assistant, you two have this banter thing going."
"Josh is exactly the reason I need to be transferred." She stated.
"What did he do this time?" Leo asked with a sigh.
"He told me I could leave for the night at about nine-thirty because I was having a very late dinner. He had everything he needed done, everything is prepared for tomorrow, he just needed to go over the notes for his early morning meetings."
"And that was a problem because?" Leo asked.
"I haven't got to the problem, half way through dinner, which I might add was with an aide to a democratic congressman who actually likes us, I get a phone call. Josh wants to know where a file is."
"That's not unusual for Josh." Leo knew that Josh needed Donna to keep track of everything for him.
"No, but this was a file that was sitting in the middle of his desk, with a big label of the front saying what it was, which I had told him where I had put it before I left and he had a post-it note on his computer monitor telling him where it was. So I told him exactly where it was, he still insisted that he couldn't find it and demanded that I come back here. Then he decided he had to talk to my date and told him he'd sic the IRS on him if he didn't have me back here in less than thirty minutes."
"That is a little extreme even for Josh."
"I came back, picked up the file handed it to him and he took off for the night. Leo, I understand this job comes with late nights, I understand the unsociable hours, that we have crisis's that have to be dealt with, I understand Josh can't find something that is staring him in the face, but threatening my date because Josh is an idiot is one step too far, so I either need to be transferred or I'll go and type you my resignation."
"Abbey's going to need an assistant for her trip." A voice came from the door.
"Mr President." Donna jumped to her feet.
"Sit back down." He encouraged. "That is a very beautiful dress. As I was saying the assistant my wife was supposed to be taking on her two week trip tomorrow broke her ankle. I was coming to see if Leo could talk to Toby about borrowing Ginger or Bonnie, but since it sounds like you need a break from Mr Lyman would you like to go?"
"Yes sir. Where are we going and when do we leave?" Donna asked.
"The deep south. Louisiana and such. The motorcade is leaving here at six thirty. That should give you enough time to pack and get a couple of hours sleep."
"Thank you sir."
"You know this is only temporary, you're going to have to sort out the situation with Josh, when you get back. He needs you; you're the one who keeps his office running."
"Yes sir. If you'll excuse me I need to head home and pack." He nodded and Donna left.
"Well that's that sorted. Tell Josh I'd like to see him after Staff in the morning, I think we need to have a little discussion about boundaries."
"Mr President, I can deal with this." Leo protested.
"I know you can, but Donna is like a daughter to me and I will fix this. Tell whoever is temping for Josh to keep his schedule light for next week, I may just need him to go and scope out the situation in the south."
"What are you planning?" Leo asked suspicious.
"Josh needs to realise why he's so bothered about Donna going on dates."
"This could create another scandal." Leo said with a sigh.
"We'll get through it like we always do."
"He's reading a report. That's a great dress Donna, how did your date go?" Margaret asked.
"Don't ask. Can I get a few minutes?"
"I'll just go and ask." Margaret got up and knocked on the door and entered. "Leo, Donna is here, do you have a few minutes?"
"Send her in." Leo took of his glasses and placed them on top of the briefing memo he'd been reading. "Donna, you look beautiful. Did you have a date?"
"Yes." Donna replied.
"Take a seat." Donna sat down. "What can I do for you?" Leo asked.
"I need to be transferred."
"Transferred, to where exactly. I thought you liked being Josh's assistant, you two have this banter thing going."
"Josh is exactly the reason I need to be transferred." She stated.
"What did he do this time?" Leo asked with a sigh.
"He told me I could leave for the night at about nine-thirty because I was having a very late dinner. He had everything he needed done, everything is prepared for tomorrow, he just needed to go over the notes for his early morning meetings."
"And that was a problem because?" Leo asked.
"I haven't got to the problem, half way through dinner, which I might add was with an aide to a democratic congressman who actually likes us, I get a phone call. Josh wants to know where a file is."
"That's not unusual for Josh." Leo knew that Josh needed Donna to keep track of everything for him.
"No, but this was a file that was sitting in the middle of his desk, with a big label of the front saying what it was, which I had told him where I had put it before I left and he had a post-it note on his computer monitor telling him where it was. So I told him exactly where it was, he still insisted that he couldn't find it and demanded that I come back here. Then he decided he had to talk to my date and told him he'd sic the IRS on him if he didn't have me back here in less than thirty minutes."
"That is a little extreme even for Josh."
"I came back, picked up the file handed it to him and he took off for the night. Leo, I understand this job comes with late nights, I understand the unsociable hours, that we have crisis's that have to be dealt with, I understand Josh can't find something that is staring him in the face, but threatening my date because Josh is an idiot is one step too far, so I either need to be transferred or I'll go and type you my resignation."
"Abbey's going to need an assistant for her trip." A voice came from the door.
"Mr President." Donna jumped to her feet.
"Sit back down." He encouraged. "That is a very beautiful dress. As I was saying the assistant my wife was supposed to be taking on her two week trip tomorrow broke her ankle. I was coming to see if Leo could talk to Toby about borrowing Ginger or Bonnie, but since it sounds like you need a break from Mr Lyman would you like to go?"
"Yes sir. Where are we going and when do we leave?" Donna asked.
"The deep south. Louisiana and such. The motorcade is leaving here at six thirty. That should give you enough time to pack and get a couple of hours sleep."
"Thank you sir."
"You know this is only temporary, you're going to have to sort out the situation with Josh, when you get back. He needs you; you're the one who keeps his office running."
"Yes sir. If you'll excuse me I need to head home and pack." He nodded and Donna left.
"Well that's that sorted. Tell Josh I'd like to see him after Staff in the morning, I think we need to have a little discussion about boundaries."
"Mr President, I can deal with this." Leo protested.
"I know you can, but Donna is like a daughter to me and I will fix this. Tell whoever is temping for Josh to keep his schedule light for next week, I may just need him to go and scope out the situation in the south."
"What are you planning?" Leo asked suspicious.
"Josh needs to realise why he's so bothered about Donna going on dates."
"This could create another scandal." Leo said with a sigh.
"We'll get through it like we always do."