Chapter 3: Cabinet Chaos
The next morning in the West Wing, I sat upright in the Oval Office, listening to all the cabinet members shouting, "Long live the President!"
I yawned nonstop, nearly nodding off right there.
A 5 a.m. cabinet meeting—are they trying to kill me?
The Secretary of Education, Mr. Reynolds, stepped forward, clutching his briefing folder, about to make a report.
"Madam President, the national college entrance exams are coming up, you should—"
I slammed my hand on the desk. The echo bounced off the eagle-emblazoned wallpaper, and someone’s coffee splashed onto a stack of classified folders. "Meeting’s over!"
The entire room broke into chaos.
Half the cabinet spilled coffee, some shot up from their chairs, and an aide in a powder-blue pantsuit dropped her laptop. I smirked, enjoying the mayhem.
I grabbed my blazer and bolted from the office.
Behind me came a chorus of, "Madam President, you can’t!"
I ignored them, didn’t even look back.
Are you kidding me? If I let you keep talking, how am I supposed to act like a trainwreck of a leader?
I thought about maybe texting my old roommate about how wild my new job was, but the Secret Service would probably confiscate my phone.