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�What�s at seven?� Josh asked, frowning.
Donna jumped. �How many times do I have to tell you not to do that?�
�You never tell me not to do that. You always tell me not to shout. I didn�t shout. Jeeze, you�re tough to please,� Josh groused. He held the grumpy pose for a moment before going back to his original question. �What�s at seven?�
�Nothing you need to worry about. You�re going to drive Sam to the airport, right?�
�Yes, and before you pull out that sheet, I know that his flight is at six thirty and that I have to be back from the Hill by four so that you have time to write down the names of all the people you have to send apologies to,� Josh said mechanically. He�d heard her instructions five times since she received Sam�s flight information an hour earlier.
Even though she wasn�t entirely convinced that Josh would get back to the office by four Donna decided to let him leave anyway. She would call him at quarter to and if he wasn�t on his way back she would make sure that he was able to convince whoever he was meeting with that there was something time sensitive that he needed to get done back at the office. �Do good,� Donna said as Josh shouldered his backpack.
�I always do good,� Josh replied.
�Do really good, then. This bill is really important. God knows why you�re the one trying to get it pushed through, though. This is going to require some major finesse and you, my friend, are sorely lacking in that particular trait,� Donna said, baiting Josh. The truth was that they needed him to be Bartlet�s Bulldog at the meeting he was going to and she was under orders from Leo to make sure that Josh went in there with his ears already blowing steam.
Josh glared at Donna. �I have finesse coming out of every known orifice.�
�As proved by that eloquent statement that everyone in the West Wing could hear,� CJ commented on her way through Operations.
Cowed slightly, Josh softened his expression as he looked back to Donna. �You�re sure that this seven o�clock thing isn�t a thing?� Josh asked.
Donna nodded, hoping she wasn�t headed for another lecture about her taste in men because, as vague as she was being, Donna was sure that Josh would assume that she was going on a date. Which couldn�t be further from the truth. �I�m absolutely positive. The seven o�clock thing is a me&&& thing. Go kick some ass and remember that I mean that purely figuratively.�
�One time, Donnatella! It only happened one time!� Josh protested.