To Tell a Tale
As Jed was left in the dust in his own office, he didn't know what to do. He had messed things up with Abbey, so very much. And he had absolutely no clue how he was going to make it up to her. But now wasn't the time to worry about that, for a knock sounded at his door.
"Come in." Jed called out.
"Mr. President, Ron Butterfield and Derek Armstrong are here to see you." Charlie poked his head in the Oval Office.
"Send them in."
"Yes sir." Charlie disappeared and soon after, two men appeared.
"Mr. President," Ron moved his hand out.
Jed extended his as well, "Ron." Then he turned his attention to the man standing to the right. "I assume you are Derek Armstrong."
"Can you step out for a minute?"
"Sir, I really don't think that that would be-"
"Now!" Jed hollered.
Realizing she forgot her jacket in the Oval Office, Abbey quickly turned around to go fetch it. Well, she was going to have Charlie go fetch it. But as she got closer to the office she heard a voice shouting.
A male voice.
"Damn you little prick! What the hell do you think you were doing?"
"The hell your job! I want to know," Jed seethed, "what damn right you think you ha-"
"Well, Sir," Armstrong smugly gave a hint of a smile, "I had the same dam right you had to get high! And the same damn right your wife had in overdosing you, putting you in a coma years ago. And the same damn right to do-"
"You son-of a-" Jed snarled as Armstrong stormed closer.
"And," Armstrong continued, ignoring Jed's outburst. "I was only doing my job... protecting you... including from yourself and your little lying wife there-" Armstrong was interrupted as Jed hurled a snow globe from off his desk in the direction of the agent.
From just outside, both Abbey and Ron raced into the office upon hearing the crash against the wall. Ron went directly over to Armstrong and yanked him out of the office, and Abbey...
She just stood there, looking at Jed.