Misty’s six-inch heels clicked as she came around to confront him, still wearing her work clothes. The Chief Advisor carefully kept his eyes focused on her face. He’d learned long ago that if he let his eyes wander, he could no longer understand what she was saying.
She jutted out a hip and put her hand on it. “He’s up.” She looked past him and smiled mischievously. “In more ways than one.” A pause. “Ok, now he’s actually standing up. And going down.” Another wicked gleam entered her eyes. “Oh, wait, that’s what I’ll be doing later.”
The Chief Advisor put his hand up to rub his temples. In another ironic twist, he suspected Misty enjoyed her job more than the Chief Advisor enjoyed his. “Let’s get this show on the road.”
As the ladies got dressed, the President leaned over his walker and
