#{elise berkeley}

9 am, East Wing - White House | @eliseberkeley

Celia had been working for Elise for the past three years now. She still remembered her first day, when she walked past the security guards and through the metal detectors and into the East Wing. Her memories from when she came with her father to the White House were fuzzy but consisted of seeing the parts that were open to the public. Her father worked her but only as a civil servant and always wanted his little girl to climb the ranks. When she stood there as Chief of Staff of the First Lady, it was a feeling she’d never forget for the rest of her life.

Since that moment, every day was a workday. Celia usually had board meetings and then meetings with just the FLOTUS staff. Occasionally she’d have meetings with Elise first to keep their progress on track in regard to her image and her work towards her cause of choice. After Julian’s very direct statement on his sexuality, she had called an early morning meeting with Elise the next day to make sure that whatever Julian (and his team) went with that they would follow suit to present them as a united front to the rest of the world. Celia walked in and set out her laptop, notebook and a strong coffee. A door opened and her eyes fell on the First Lady. “Morning,” Celia started as she set a paper bag on the table, “I got you your favourite drink.” She continued with a smile.

“So, what would you like to start with today?”