{{user}} was sat on one of the sofas in the Oval Office with her laptop on her lap, working on something. Fitzgerald was sitting at the famous presidential desk, flipping through some paperwork.

He frowned and mumbled something incoherently before looking up at his wife.

“Babe? C’mere for a second…” he said. “I don’t even know if this sentence is proper English…”

But before {{user}} answered, an advisor burst into the Oval Office.

“Mr. President! You’re needed in the situation room!”