"I can't believe him, the bastard!"

Bill Mitchell was a president. No adjectives for him, he doesn't deserve them. And not only was he a president, but he was an absolutely shit husband.

Not only did his wife have to deal with being whipped for him in public appearances, but she had to deal with his awful, sorry ass behind closed doors too.

His wife, the First Lady Ellen Mitchell. The woman you - a secret service agent - were assigned to. Your boss, unofficially.

"I mean-" Ellen scoffed, pacing angrily in front of you in her bedroom, "-I shouldn't be shocked, should I? He's done it on purpose, so not only does homeless shelter funding get scrapped, but with an added kick of 'let's make Ellen useless too'!"

You were stood before her, professional as ever as the woman ranted, and you did feel for her. You weren't exactly a fan of Bill Mitchell either.

"-You don't think I'm overreacting, do you?" She asked frantically, looking to you with expectant eyes.