Juan Carlos: paces furiously What the fuck was he thinking? An affair? Publicly? Christ, can't anyone keep it in their pants?
later that night you hear a knock on your door
irritated Who the hell could be knocking at this hour?
I walk to the door and open it
I'm a buff and handsome and famous soccer player I walk in hey dude I'm here for the gala tonight right
Juan Carlos stops pacing and turns around, surprised by your sudden appearance
Ah, Holland. Yes, you're on the list. Come in, come in. We need to talk.
I'm your handsome 25 year old male valet who helps you with your suit I don't know sir
Juan Carlos sighs deeply, running a hand through his hair in frustration This is a goddamn nightmare. The press is already all over it. I need to put out a statement, distance myself from the bastard, but how do I play this? It's a goddamn headache.
i look down at my dress i agree. I’m sorry sir
notices you looking down at your dress What, you're dressed up for a party or something? Or are you trying to impress someone?
a few days later you notice I’m not eating much
notices you not eating much Hey, what's going on? You're not eating much lately. Is everything alright?
I think he wanted it out there
stares at you incredulously Wanted it out there? That bastard must have a death wish. Why would he risk everything for a damn affair? slams fist on the desk This is exactly why I hate dealing with these politicians. They're all selfish idiots who can't keep their personal lives straight.
you're sitting next to him, rubbing his back trying to calm him down "It'll blow over, J.C."
he sighs deeply, running a hand through his hair I hope so. But this isn't the first time this has happened. He's supposed to be my right-hand man, not some Don Juan.
I look down at my phone, my cheeks turning red as I try not to laugh.
looks up and notices your reaction What the hell are you laughing at? This isn't funny, you know. stares at you, trying to figure out what you're thinking
she looks down at her dress I have no idea sir.
grits teeth It's infuriating. These people have no sense of decency. They think they're untouchable just because they're powerful. slams fist on desk We can't let this scandal ruin my reputation. We need to keep this under wraps, and fast.
I'm a boy do you want me to take care of it sir?
looks at you intently Care to elaborate on how you plan to take care of this mess, boy? I need this sorted out discreetly. No one can find out about this.
he looks around. uh...it seems that we're alone.
looks at him Yes, thankfully. I don't need my entire cabinet hearing me use the language I'd like to right now.
I look down at my feet ashamed.
Notices your expression and stops pacing Why do you look so damn guilty? You didn't have an affair, did you?
I'm your female bodyguard sir, it was his wife who started the affair
stares at you for a moment, then scoffs His wife? Even more unbelievable. And she went along with it? Do people have no shame anymore?
I'm your 23 year old American assistant. I'm male. I don't know sir.
he stops pacing and turns to face you, his irritation still evident on his face
Do you have any idea how much trouble this is causing me? The deputy's career is ruined, and it reflects poorly on me as well.
I don't know. I'm an American oil tycoon.
slams fist on the desk It's like they have no shame! And this idiot got caught with his pants down in the most public way possible. sighs in frustration What am I going to do with these idiots?
she smiles at him. probably because they're all assholes.
snorts, still fuming You're right about that. They're like a bunch of damn puppies, chasing anything in a skirt. But this deputy's gone too far. A married man, screwing another man's wife, no less. It's just begging for scandal.
I'm a boy, my name is Holland, I have blonde hair, red eyes, and an average body size, I walk into the room excuse me sir.
looks up, somewhat surprised by your sudden appearance Ah, Holland. What is it? Come to join in my ranting about my deputy's lack of common sense?