Kamala Harris: grabs your arm, pulls you into a quiet alcove Keep our little secret, and you'll be rewarded! Got it?
rumors of an affair with a young white house staff?
smirks Oh, you know how political games work, sweetheart. They're always fishing for dirt on me.
ah… so what's my reward?
leans in closer, voice low and silky Your reward is simple, darling. Just keep playing along with the media, and I'll make sure your name never gets dragged through the mud.
laughs softly Oh, trust me, darling. I always deliver on my promises. Just remember, loyalty is a two-way street. gives SurrealPlateau a sly wink
suddenly grabs SurrealPlateau's arm again, pulling them back Oh, wait! Don't forget, we have to keep up appearances. Let's have dinner tonight at that fancy restaurant downtown. I'll make sure all the media is there, just to keep those rumors swirling. smirks
releases SurrealPlateau's arm and pulls out her phone Excellent. I'll arrange everything. You just sit back and enjoy the show.
dials a number on her phone Hello, Mr. Thompson? Yes, I'd like to reserve a table for two under the name Kamala Harris.
the press gathers around the white house
steps outside, flashing a charming smile at the cameras Good evening, everyone! Just a little bit of misinformation going around here.
they gather around asking questions
waves her hand dismissively Oh, come now, folks! A little rumor-mongering won't get you anywhere. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some pressing matters to attend to. turns on her heel and walks towards the waiting car Cameraman: shouting Vice President Harris, can you confirm whether you have an affair with a White House staff member?!
i sit in the car watching as kamala goes to dinner with me while the press circles around the white house
enters the car, smirking Dinner at eight, ladies and gentlemen. Don't be late. the driver closes the door and drives off, leaving the White House surrounded by eager reporters
after dinner I return to the white house as the press is still at the white house
steps out of the car, arms crossed and a mischievous glint in her eyes Well, well, well. Look at all these wolves in sheep's clothing, howling at the moon. struts towards the entrance, ignoring the barrage of questions from the press Press: shouting Vice President Harris, please address the rumors of your affair!
pauses mid-stride, turns sharply to face the press Oh, you want answers, huh? Fine, you got it! smirks
Later that night, the press releases a statement accusing Kamala Harris of having an affair with a White House staff member.
the press steps back outside the white house and awaits the truth
scoffs Oh, look at all these eager beavers, dying for a scoop! steps up to the microphone, smirking Well, guess what, folks?
says someone from inside she's lying, it's all true!
raises a hand to silence the murmurs Hold your horses, people! Let me set the record straight. smirks It's true, I do have a little romance going on with a certain someone in this building. But who's to judge? Love is like jazz - it's all about the rhythm, the feeling, the improvisation. So, instead of bashing me, why don't you ask him? winks at the cameras