Settling In

By: Heidi L. Lane

 

Executive Office, White House

Washington, Dee Cee

Monday, January 3, 2000 E.R.

2:23 PM

 

            Ben glanced over his notes and sighed, thinking about all the positions he had to fill. “We know what you’re gonna do, Lee,” he said.

            “We do?” Lee asked, grinning at his oldest friend.

            “Chief of Staff!” Ben said with a wave of his hand.

            “Of course.” Lee said his grin widening, “What about my deputies?”

            “Well, what about ‘em?”

            “I’m thinking Jesse and… someone else.”

            “Obviously, there’re usually at least two Deputy Chiefs of Staff.  Who?”

            “I don’t know.  We’ll come back to it.  But definitely Jesse.  He’s smart, experienced and…”

            Ben looked skeptical, “Yeah, but he’s also a little…”

            “Off the wall?”

            “Excitable.  We’ll need someone on the staff to steady him.”

            Lee looked down, considering, “Beth,” he said decisively.

            Ben looked perplexed, “Beth?”

            “The little bard.” Lee prompted, remembering Ben’s difficulty connecting faces and names.  Ben shook his head, still not recalling the young woman. “With the dark hair… The one who never dresses… um, right.”

            “Oh, the speechwriter.” Ben said finally connecting the name to the person that it belonged to. “Well, we know what position we can give her.  She doesn’t have enough experience to be Communications Director but she can certainly be his deputy.”

            “Who’s she gonna work with?” Lee asked, thinking aloud.

            “Mmm, She’s rather naïve. Whoever it is will have to be either very patient or used to her.”

            “Jody’s used to her and she seems to take direction from him well.” Lee suggested.

            “But Jody’s so…”

            “Grouchy?” Lee supplied.

            “Cantankerous?” Ben said, shrugging, “He’s qualified and then some; but he’s not much of a team player, is he?”

            “He played well with the campaign team.” Lee answered.

            “Yeah… I guess we can give him a try.  What else?”

            “Press Secretary.”

            “C.J.” Ben said without a moment’s hesitation.

            “He is very adept at dealing with the press bards, isn’t he?”

            “Yep. What else?”

            “Staff Secretary”

O      O      O      O

 

Outside Lee’s Office, White House

Washington, Dee Cee

Thursday, January 6, 2000 E.R.

6:53 AM

 

            “Hi, Jody,” Beth said cheerfully as she scampered up to stand beside the older man, “Did you get called here too?”

            “Yes, Beth. Did they tell you what they wanted in the telegram?”

            “No. What do you think it is?” Beth looked a little worried and glanced at Jody for support as the two Bards went through the door.  Miranda noticed them and left to inform Lee that they’d arrived.

            “It’s okay, Kid,” Jody said, placing a hand on her shoulder. “I don’t think they’d call us in to tell us to seek employment elsewhere.”

            Turning towards him and placing her hands on his arm, Beth grinned and nearly jumped for joy. “You think he’s gonna offer us positions? Which ones?”

            Jody shrugged, and looked pointedly at the young woman, “No idea; but don’t settle for anything less than speechwriter.”

            Beth looked baffled and shook her head, “What else would I be?”

            Jody cocked his head and said gently, “Beth, you’re a young lady – and I stress young – it’s possible, with you’re typing skills and ability to take direction…“

            “Oh, an assistant.  But I’d hate that.” She scowled in thought.

            Jody smirked, “You’re a fully-trained Bard.  You’d be vastly over-qualified.”

            “Then why would they do something like that?”

            Jody shrugged and held his hands out, “It’s been known to happen.”  Just then Miranda returned and indicated that they should follow her.  She led them through Lee’s office into the Executive Office.

            “Good Morning, Sir. Lee.” Jody said softly, nodding towards each of them.

            “Good Morning, Mr. President.” Beth said almost shyly.

            “Hello, Jody, Beth. I have a question for each of you.” Ben greeted them.  He stood and walked over to Jody.  “How would you like to be my Communications Director?”

            “I’d be honored, Mr. President.”

            “Good.”  He turned to the young lady standing beside Jody, “Beth?”  She glanced at him through her eyelashes, “Would you like to be his deputy?”

            “Oh, sir, really?” she asked excitedly.

            “Really,” Ben replied, smiling.

            “Oh, thank you,” Beth said taking his hand.

            “You’re welcome,” he turned toward Lee and tugged at the hand she still held. “May I have this back now?” He asked Beth, pointing at his hand.

            “Oh, of course, sorry,” she answered, blushing slightly.

            “That’s alright.”

            As the two bards started towards the door, Beth stopped and turned back. “Can-can I ask a question, sir?”

            Ben nodded, “Ask away, Beth.”

            “Did, um… Did you, um… Are C.J. and Jesse…?”

            “Press Secretary and Deputy Chief of Staff,” Ben said smiling broadly.

            “Thank you, Mr. President.” Jody said, obliquely motioning Beth on her way.

            “Thank you, Mr. President,” she said softly, moving towards the door again.

            “Thank you.  Annie will show you where your offices are.” He said, gesturing to the blonde woman who waited by the entrance.

O      O      O      O

 

Beth’s Office, White House

Washington, Dee Cee

Friday, January 7, 2000 E.R.

7:31 AM

 

            “Nice office, Beth.” Jesse said from the doorway.

            Beth looked up at her oldest friend from where she was unpacking, “Thanks… boss,” she said, giggling.

            Jesse snorted, “Boss?”

            “You’re Deputy Chief of Staff.  That makes you above me.”

            “Technically.  But we’re friends, too.  That won’t change, not really.”

            Beth grinned and pulled a Newton’s Cradle from the box she was sitting next to. “Yeah,” she said softly as she placed it on her desk.

            “Whatcha doin’?” Jesse asked, changing the subject.

            “Decorating,” she said simply.  She picked up a framed Equisetian flag and held it against one of the walls.  “Like this?”

            “Yeah,” Jesse said, he turned to rummage through one of the other boxes. “What else you got in here?”

            “Books, certificates, collectables…”

            “Collectable what?” Jesse asked, poking into another box. “Dolls? I don’t know, Beth.  Dolls are a little…”

            “Feminine?  Jesse, I am a woman.  I have feminine things.”

            “Okay,” Jesse said, sounding a little skeptical.  He found a picture of Beth’s ex-fiancé.  “What happened with you?” He asked holding it up.

            “Oh, with Robert, you mean?” Beth shrugged, “It didn’t work out.”

            “Why not?” Jesse asked, placing a picture of the new Senior Staff on a shelf, only to have Beth move it to her desk.

            “He was… Jess, do you know about Gladiolans?  Who they are, I mean.”

            “Those people who hate bards?” Jesse asked starting to hang up her certificate from the Equisetian Bardic Academy.

            “Mmm, magic too,” she said, taking it from him and hanging it on a different wall.

            “Beth, I hate to break it to ya-“ Jesse started, as he placed a picture of himself and her on her desk.

            “Magic exists, Jess,” she said as she moved the picture to a shelf on her wall. “I’m a Bard, a Bardic Mage.”

            “Beth, there’s no such thing-“ Jesse began, pulling out one of the dolls from another box.

            “Oh, but there is,” she answered, taking the doll and setting it gently on a bookshelf.  Flouncing the skirt a bit she added, “and Robert was a Gladiolan sympathizer.  When he found out I was a mage, he flipped out,” she shrugged.  “His loss.”

O      O      O      O

 

Executive Office, White House

Washington, Dee Cee

Monday, September 25, 2000

12:04 PM

 

            “Mr. President?” a voice called from the doorway.  Ben looked up to see his young executive assistant standing waiting for him.

            “Yes, Annie,” he responded, putting aside his work.

            “Mr. MacKenzie is here to see you. Shall I show him in?”

            If the Senior Watch Warden wanted to see him so early in the day the matter was either very routine or very serious, Ben nodded. “By all means.”

            She turned and left and in moments his security chief was standing before him. “Thank you for seeing me, Mr. President.  The matter was rather urgent.”

            “I thought it might be, Eric.  What’s wrong?”

            Eric consulted a file and looked up, “There have been some threats made in the last several months against members of your senior staff, sir.  Miss Sebohn and Mr. Darkforest to be exact.”

            “Do we know who are making the threats, or why?”  Ben asked, rather concerned.

            “The letters are signed: “Equisetians Against Bardic Influence.  It’s a group of Gladiolan sympathizers.”

            “Gladiolans? And this is just because they’re bards.” Ben shook his head, “What are you planning as far as defending them goes?”

            “Gladiolans, and their sympathizers hate bards, any form of mass communication really; but they detest anything that might be considered magic.  Do you believe in magic, sir?”

            “Whether I believe in magic isn’t the issue,” Ben said, with a small grin. “It’s what these people believe.  They believe that magic and mass communication are both dangerous.  That makes them dangerous when they attempt to force those beliefs onto other people. So what’s the plan?”

            “I planned on assigning security details on both the apparent targets and we’ll also increase our vigilance around the property.  With your permission. And theirs naturally.”

            “By all means,” Ben agreed.  He glanced out the partly open door into the outer office and noticed two men standing, waiting for Eric. “Are those the Wardens you’ll be assigning to Jody and Beth?”

            Eric turned and looked out, “Yes, Mr. President they are.  Would you like to meet them?”

            “If I may.” At his nod, Ben summoned Annie and had her send the men in.

            “Mr. President, two of our best Wardens: Bertram Silverwebb and Michael Sweeney.” Eric introduced.

            “Which one’s whose?” Ben asked.  Both men seemed quite alert and competent, but Silverwebb was terribly small for a Warden.

            “I planned on assigning Mr. Silverwebb to Miss Sebohn and Mr. Sweeney to Mr. Darkforest.” Eric said looking from one to another.

            “That sounds alright.” After considering a moment, Ben asked, “You don’t have any female Watch Wardens?”

            Eric shook his head, “Unfortunately, none that we can spare.  However,” he added turning to the younger man, “I think we can trust Mr. Silverwebb to be discrete.”

            Standing nearly at attention, he nodded and said, “Yes sir, I can assure you that I will use the utmost discretion.”

            Ben nodded, “That’s good to hear.  They’re a good pair of speechwriters.  I’d hate for anything to happen to them.”

            Bertram’s eyes narrowed, “Mr. President, I’d throw myself in front of a bullet for Miss Sebohn.”

            “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that,” Eric said softly.

            Ben nodded and smiled, “Yes, indeed.  Have you met her, Mr. Silverwebb?”

            “Not yet, sir, but that doesn’t matter.”

            Ben looked up at Eric and said softly, “He’s certainly dedicated.”

            “Yes sir.  They both are. He’s also very intense. Shall I bring them to the Communications Offices so they can meet the bards now?”

            “By all means.  Pleasure meeting you both, gentlemen.”

            “Thank you, Mr. President,” the men chorused as they left the room.

O      O      O      O

 

Beth’s Office, White House

Washington, Dee Cee

Monday, September 25, 2000 E.R.

12:20 PM

 

            “Miss Sebohn,” Eric called stepping into the young woman’s office.  He glanced around but didn’t see her.

            “Just a minute,” he heard a feminine voice respond; but he still couldn’t see where the occupant of the office was.

            “Miss Sebohn?”

            “Hello,” she said, popping up from behind the desk.  “Dropped my pen,” she said as she held up the article. “Can’t write a speech without a pen.  Can I help you?”

            “Yes.  Miss Sebohn, about the letters you received, which you brought to us-“

            “Yeah. The Gladiolans.  I am safe here, aren’t I?  I mean, if you aren’t safe in the White House-“

            “You are safe here; but we worry that something may happen to you at your home or in between your home and here.”

            Beth nodded and seated herself at her desk, shuffling papers around in preparation to begin writing the speech she was assigned. “Okay.  What do you propose?”

            “We’d like to assign a Watch Warden to protect you.  We’ve already spoken to the President about it.  In order to assign a Warden to you we need you to sign this form, please.”

            Beth nodded. If this was what they felt was needed, who was she to argue. “Okay. Is this him?” she asked nodding towards Bertram as she signed her name where Eric indicated.

            “Yes ma’am,” he replied, stepping forward.

            “Hi,” she exclaimed, after returning the form to Eric, extending her hand.

            “Hello, Miss Sebohn,” Bertram said, almost shyly.

            “Call me Beth, please.  And I can call you?” she cocked her head in question.

            “I’m Bertram Silverwebb, ma’am.”

            “Beth, please. So I can call you Bertram?”

            “If you wish to ma’- Mistress Beth.”

            “Thanks, are you gonna be with me all the time?”

            “Most of the time, m- Mistress Beth.  Of course I wouldn’t follow you into…well,” he blushed suddenly.

            “Okay. But it’s gonna be pretty boring when I’m just sitting here writing.”

            “That’s alright.”

            Eric smiled. The two of them seem to be getting along all right. Though Bertram seems almost shy. How very odd. “Well, I’ll just leave you to get to know each other.”

            “Thanks,” Beth called to his retreating back. After he left she looked at Bertram and said, “So…hi.”

            “Hello,” he replied, almost shyly.

            “Um…are you hungry?”

            “I guess.”

            “Okay, alright. So…I guess we can go to the-the cafeteria and get something.”

            “Alright.”

O      O      O      O

 

Cafeteria, White House

Washington, Dee Cee

Monday, September 25, 2000 E.R.

12:50 PM

 

            “Hey Beth,” Jesse called, coming over to sit next to her. Noticing Bertram he added, “Who’s this?”

            “Bertram. He’s gonna protect me, from the Gladiolans.”

            “Oh, right. You and Jody were getting threats,” at her nod he continued, “How long’s this gonna be for?”

            “We don’t know, sir,” Bertram answered in a brisk, business-like tone. He added after a moment, “As long as it takes.”

            “Good, ‘cause we really care about Beth and we wouldn’t want anything to happen to her,” Jesse said, smiling at his oldest friend.

            “We care about Jody, too.” Beth reminded him.

            “Yeah, but you’re prettier,” Jesse said, grinning.  Beth rolled her eyes and shook her head.

            Ignoring this exchange, Bertram said reassuringly, “Michael is very competent, just rather…earthy,” noticing that Beth was looking at him he blushed slightly.

            “And Jody’s a nice guy, once you get past his grumpy exterior,” Jesse said.

            “Boy, that’ll be an…interesting match,” Beth said, chuckling.

            Jesse nodded, “I’ll say. They’ll either hate each other or get along famously.”

            Beth glanced at her pocket watch, “We’d better get back to work,” she said rising, “See you at evening staff, Jess.”

O      O      O      O

 

Beth’s Office, White House

Washington, Dee Cee

Monday, September 25, 2000 E.R.

10:50 PM

 

            Beth closed her notebook, straightened her files and other materials and stood.  She glanced at the man who’d been her companion all day.  “So I’m ready to go.  What now?”

            “Now we go, Mistress Beth.” Bertram said, also standing.

            “I usually walk.  Would you rather I took a carriage?”

            “No, that’s fine.  I just have to be on the street side of the walk,” he paused and glanced at Beth before continuing. “I also have to walk a bit ahead of you.”

            “Who’s gonna watch me at home?  You?” Beth asked, picking up her cloak from the rack near her office door.

            “Yes, I’ll be in the room adjacent to yours.  You’ll still have privacy.  There’s already an alarm system set up between the two suites.”  Suddenly, he held up a hand to forestall Beth going through a door.

            She stopped and remembered an earlier lecture, “Right,” she said, grinning, “You first.”

            “Yes, not to be ungentlemanly.” He said continuing down the hall after looking around.  “Anyway, there are alarm triggers on the windows and door leading into your suite.  There are also manual triggers in each room.”

            Soon they were out on the street and walking toward the hotel that Beth called home.  As they walked she thought of all that had happened in the past year.  She was in a position to advise the most powerful man on Equisetia and because of this, and the fact that she was a bard, her life was in danger.  She glanced at the man whose job it was to protect her from this threat and smiled.  She’d only known him about half a day and already she trusted him.  She felt confident that nothing would happen to her in his company.  She was glad that his presence gave her the assurance that meant that she could do her job without fear.

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