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It had been a week since Kamala's autocorrect slip up, in that week, the two women had kept up a nightly routine of texting, during the days, Eleanor made sure to slip into the President's office, often with a sweet treat, a coffee, or simply a joke to brighten her day. Kamala found herself wanting Eleanor's company more often than not. On the Thursday night they were working on a proposal together and ended up having dinner together, provided by the White House kitchen staff.
The week was long, but the adrenaline that coursed through the two of them when they were around each other kept them going, however the weekend had finally arrived and it was time to wind down.
The weekends usually meant that Eleanor could finally have two days of rest. She still worked, but she worked from the comfort of her home. She found herself more productive at home, there were no distractions, peace and quiet. Bonus she also got to sleep in.
This Saturday however her regular routine was disrupted by a certain Madam President.
At 7:30 she was harshly awoken by the blaring of her ring tone. She cursed herself for not having her phone on silent. By the time she finally gained the motivation to open her eyes and reach for her phone, it had rung out.
Sighing, she picked up her phone, blinded by the harsh light illuminating her in the dark room. She squinted at the screen, her eyes still half-closed. Kamala.
Mentally she debated just putting her phone back down and pretending she didn't get the call, but it was The President even if they were friends first and foremost. Before she even got the chance to decide her phone rang again.
Eleanor rubbed her eyes and cursed under her breath. Still, she swiped the screen and answered.
"Madam president, you better have a world crisis at your hands for waking me so early on a Saturday," she grumbled, her voice thick with sleep.
Kamala's voice immediately came through, chipper despite the early hour. "Eleanor, good morning. I'm afraid it's not that extreme. I need you to come with me to New York for a last-minute trip. I can't explain everything over the phone, but I really need you there."
Eleanor's brain took a moment to catch up with the words. "New York? On a Saturday? Are you serious, Kamala?"
"I know it's early, but this can't wait. I'll explain everything when we get there, but I promise it'll be worth it. Trust me."
Eleanor sat up in bed, rubbing her forehead. "Alright, fine. But you owe me breakfast. And coffee. Lots of coffee."
Kamala's voice softened with what almost sounded like genuine guilt. "I promise you'll get both. We need to leave in about an hour. I'll send a car to pick you up."
"Okay, I'll be ready," Eleanor sighed, and bid her goodbye, before getting up and preparing.
She almost sent herself into a spiral, she didn't know what to wear, what to bring she didn't even know if they were staying overnight. She sent a string of messages to Kamala, wondering what to wear, what to bring, how long they were staying and so on.
