"Kamala... Please not right now, not here!" You mummer as her hands roam around your body tender as she watches you sink into her embrace, she has you from behind, body pressed as close as possible. Your legs spread as one of her own fills the space between, you're atop her lap leaning back, swaying against one another to stay upright as the road changes beneath the car.
She guided your hips as she pushed you slightly downward, satisfied as you grind against her.
"Kamala!" you say horrified as she rips your shirt open to play with your nipple, her hands were swift as it found itself beneath your padded bra
"What... you have an extra shirt" She mocked as her hand turned your head towards her, her lips instantly finding yours
Your breath caught in your throat as her tongue fought yours for dominance, you let her win as she pulled her leg upward, applying more pressure.
"When we get in here don't be shy if you want me you'll have me, Jessica, everybody knows, so everybody should see just how serious we are..." she whispers against your ear, it sends chills up your spine, squeeze your eyes shut isn't enough as she picks up her pace. Tension builds in your core, you grind her against her pants suit leg, you moan softly, focus fading to your pleasure.
Your skirt rides up slightly, the thin barrier between you two removed.
"Not everyone knows..." You say remembering, face contorting in discomfort
Your thoughts fighting your pleasure.
"And not everyone cares, and neither should we, this is our night, Jessica. We're both about to make history here, and we're only three hours away from finding out if we made it... If you need me, you'll have me. Nobody can ruin this for us, the votes have already been cast, and nothing can change the count now..." She reassures her hands rubbing those tender circles into your skin, you arch your back as the sensation builds in your spine
You and Kamala haven't made anything official, the photos, and the article had been up long enough for Kamala's entire campaign team to have seen it. They didn't seem as phased as you both thought, they seemed happy.
You give a dull smile, as heat rises in your chest.
Your mind revealed the idea of Kamala saying you could have her, it was what you secretly wanted so badly for the longest time, and now she was right beneath your palms. Her lips on your skin, sucking and nipping along your exposed body, never going below the collar of your shirt, although the clear path of skin is evident.
"We're here" She says suddenly as you open your eyes, you struggle to see through the tinted glass, thick and blocking the slightest bit of sound, but still you can feel the roar of the paparazzi outside the limo.
Kamala begins to fix your shirt, and you stare blankly, the remnants of pleasure subsiding, replacing itself with terror. You can see the concern grow as you can feel your own skin grow cold and your heart thump against your chest.
"We'll be fine Jessica really, everyone's already accepted what we are, and the world will as well. Besides, it's too late to change who they vote for anyway" Kamala jokingly reminded as she fixed your skirt and shifted you off her leg
A soft kiss meant your lips as you continued to not even notice Kamala, the fear more present than ever.
A flood of noise washes over you as the door slightly creeks open, the thick door seeming to release like a pressure lock, allowing fresh air to enter.
"don't straggle behind me, I want you beside me. " she said firmly, never turning to face you as she got out of the car, her hand pulling you along
You instinctively follow, your face contorting into a practiced smile, and Kamala's hand leads you further through the tunnel of supporters and paparazzi, all blinding you both.
You keep pace with Kamala waving your free hand towards the people, Kamala didn't stop like how she usually did to sign papers and talk amongst the people. She pressed forwards, her hand never leaving yours.
You hoped she wouldn't avoid questions for you.
When you both enter the room, everyone stops and begins to cheer for you both, you feel your fingertips grow cold as your heart beats in your chest louder than ever. You never had been on this side of the crowd, being cheered for, you and Kamala both.
You'd grown used to being the one clapping for her.
As the room began to quiet down and someone rolled a speaker with a mic up to Kamala, everyone awaited whatever she had to say. Her hand left yours as you pulled away to watch at distances amongst the people.
"Thank you! All of you being here to witness me possibly making history is truly a blessing!" Kamala's voice came smooth and blusterous as through the speakers, you tilt your head in familiarity as she continues on, the people last at the thought of Kamala not winning
"I have had a hectic four years Joe and as I'm watching our years come to an end I'm filled with joy that the knowledge instilled in me from Joe had been put to use as we are about to see who will become the next president" She said as she lowered the mic
Her hand seemed to tremble slightly as she watched everyone again begin to cheer. Her face never falls from a polite smile.
"Jessica?" You hear sound, the room falling silent as your face flushes and pales over.
"Jessica... I have to praise you for your work, and everything you have done for me and with me during our time together, and although my presidency has not been won yet, I have to ask that I will be choosing you to become my chief of staff." Kamala said her word carefully chosen, then striking you in your chest as everyone's eyes found you
The room around you both seems to melt away, a darkness consuming you both, as you can feel everybody's eyes tacking you both. You want to run to her, to kiss her, to feel her. But you just can't, you know you can't, but you won't.
You knew just as well as Kamala and just as well as anybody in that room with you knew that those pictures of you and her kissing had made it around the campaign office faster than anything else.
But as you try to take a step forward, you feel your limbs tense and your knees lock.
Your mind swirls with the idea of taking that step forwards, to be recognized, to be by her side
You smile and nod politely, mouthing a soft thank-you from your place.
Before you know what you're doing, you're standing in front of a senator who is becoming a bit too comfortable. You'd been zoned out for some time, but now you were being pulled back to your senses by a warm, rugged hand finding its place around your waist. You pull away slightly, trying to pretend You were dancing but find their hold only tightens.
"Miss Rose? Isn't it..." You hear the man's voice as you give a dull smile and squint your eyes as you stare at them
It's dark around you, for a political event it seems to carry on closer to an all out party. You can faintly hear the various new channels faintly spewing predictions and other things as you again try to pull away, but their hold is relentless.
"Don't be that way, you're a beautiful girl, smile!" He said, his dried lips parting to reveal a porcelain smile, but the smell of alcohol reeks from his breath
"I am a grown woman, and this is extremely inappropriate, and bordering on sexual harassment!" you say sternly, this time your voice slips to a low growl as you push against him and free yourself. You hadn't spoken like that since you'd been in the courtroom.
You stagger and bump into the people behind you as you straighten up and smooth out your shirt.
"we're not done here until I say so, you might get a whip and chain on Harris, but you're not in control here" he said his drink nearly empty as he wrapped his hand around your wrist, fingers clasped to slightly pinch your skin
You wince at the pain and try to pull your arm away, he steps closer pressing his body into yours as you find yourself faced with falling into the crowd to escape and letting him make his advances.
"Sir please let go of me..." your voice comes panicked a can feel your heart begin to race, and stomach twist, eyes narrow and breathing became Labored you use your free hand to try to create distance
No one seemed to notice what he was doing.
"Or what? You'll call your owner, huh? Is mommy going to save you, or are you just calling so you can suck on her tip and she'll keep paying you?" You paused at the words as you slightly hope Kamala Would appear and save you
Your jaw tightens, and you feel his hand begin to slowly move upward with practiced ease. The way you can feel his hand squeeze and release around your arm, he was sizing you up, trying to see how easily he could manipulate you.
"You're really soft... you smell like lavender...god I know you must feel amazing" He growls as he pulls closer to you inhaling sharply as your face contorts in disgust as you pull your head away and close your eyes
You didn't even know how you got here. You were separated from Kamala minutes ago.
"Jessica, are you alright?" Kamala said softly as her hand found the small of your back as she didn't seem to notice the man pressing himself against you.
You peer up confused and horrified as she stares down into your eyes, you can read her concern as they shine with the dim light. 'I'll handle it' you can see her mouth as your attention goes back to the man who had now begun to grab at your chest, fingers slightly tugging at the hem of your collar.
"Mr. Johnson, I don't believe it's appropriate to be touching someone else's lover that way?" She asked softly as her hand reached up slowly and came crashing down with a definite slap on the man's arm
It left a red mark on his skin as he quickly withdrew and walked off without a second word.
"Kamala! You didn't have to do that!?" You say softly as you turn to her, fixing yourself
"I didn't?" She asked softly as her eyebrow raised in confusion
You blush slightly and look away, you couldn't deny you found it hot that she did that for you, you didn't understand why you felt awkward when she did things for you.
"I- um... maybe we should watch the new one? How are the results coming out?" you say, wanting to avoid the topic
"sure" Kamala smiled as her hand found you're a with practiced ease, pulling you gently along the edges of the crowd
The room was dimly lit, faces and lights began to blend together with surreal brightness, your head began to pound as you tried to find one TV that wasn't playing random news anchors talking about the election. Finally, you're pulled into a room, silent, the door shuts and muffles the outside noise.
You're lost in your own thoughts as your eyes instantly snap to look at the small TV playing the live feed of the electoral College. You don't notice Kamala opening a bottle in the corner of the room.
"I'm losing..." Kamala voice cut through the air like a knife, you weren't going to say anything
"Y-yes..." you shuddered as you answered
"It's okay, there's still time... I'm only down by 50, California is a sure win for us. When It turns blue, Trump and I will be neck and neck." You could hear a certain reservation In her voice as you felt her touch land softly on your shoulder
"Have a drink, you're wrinkling your skirt" she says, a glass of champagne out to you, you look down, finding your hand was wound in the fabric of your skirt.
"Oh...thank you..." you say taking the glass and beginning to chug the small glass, your pulse quickened as you looked at the increasing number of votes rolling in for Trump, you could feel Kamala watching just as intently
"Jessica... Do you ever stop worrying?" Kamala asked as she sipped her drink slowly and turned to you
"No...and I won't... Not when we're this close, not if this means everything we worked for is going to go to waste!" You say as you turn to her, the sting of alcohol pinching your throat as you can feel your chest tighten, and your nose burn. Your eyes throb as you fight off tears
"Jessica! What are you talking about going to waste?! No matter the outcome of this election, nothing you did was a waste, you gave your all, and I'm sure that that'll open doors for you." She said as her hand found its way around your waist, you feel your skin grow cold as she tries to lean in for a kiss
You pull away, your hands pressing definitely against her chest. She releases you without hesitation. A look of concern spreads across her face as she tries to meet your gaze, but your extreme focus on the TV denies her.
"Jessica... If you're so intent on watching those numbers tick by then stay in here the whole night, I don't know what to do w- to say to you... find me if you need me, Jessica..." she said coldly, her eyes flashing with pain as she sat her glass down and walked out the room without a second word
You stood, eyes downcast at the t slightly below you, as you cross your arms and stand at full attention. knees locked and eyes focused.
Kamala on the other hand made her way through the crowds of people, the music had gotten quieter and the lights slightly brighter. She stopped and mingled with small groups as she made her way towards the stage, her watch reading 10:54, as she looked down at it momentarily. Her heart fluttered as the truth of her situation crashed down onto her.
It was dawning on her that she possibly could win or lose. At this point, someone who was talking to her began to move along when they noticed she was staring up at one of the TV's hanging from the ceiling, displaying the ever decreasing gray area between her and Trump. voices began to blur, and the sound of a ticking clock rang hollowly.
"Nine more states to go, if Harris is able to turn California within the next hour, we know who will be our president" She heads the new anchor, her heart dropped out of her chest as she saw the slight red tint of California begin to creep in.
"Shit" She muttered as she caught sight of her other assistants approaching her, their expressions grim and serious. She looked around herself trying to find somewhere, anywhere to go, and caught her eyes on the private room she had left you in.
She shook her head and accepted her fate as they surrounded her, iPads in hands, and apple pencils ready.
They began to beg her to sign random things. her mind split between their demands and the raging election being displayed on TV.
"Miss Harris, I just-"
"Miss Harris, this needs your immediate attention"
"Miss Harris!"
They all just kept shoving these slabs of light into her face like they were pure gold, their voices blended together, and her focus tried to slip between their insistent begging and Maryland turning fully blue.
"Enough! leave me alone, please! None of this is important right now, I'm trying to focus on these damn polls, now if you'd excuse me..." She snapped at the three of them as she slowly backed away from them. She felt terrible for being so brass, but she couldn't deny her mounting frustration.
She gave weak 'excuse me' 'pardon' responses and a weak smile as she made her way further through the crowd of people. She was good at public speaking, she was born to do this, born to be here right now. But everything in her screamed she was missing something, she just felt empty.
"Jessica could you-" She began as she turned to the left of herself, where you'll always make it a point to stand, and you weren't there. She sighed as she remembered you were glued to the TV elsewhere
As she pushed the glass door open leading to an outside garden area, she let out a soft sigh of relief as she sat down. The cold stone of the bench scraping against the fabric of the suit. She hung her head low as she tried to fight off tears welling in her eyes. It wasn't like her to cry, especially not on a day like this, but she was just overwhelmed. It was all hitting her, she could become the next president, or she could lose...
There was nothing she could do now if her and the hero's relationship was exposed to the media, there was nothing that could change the votes, there was nothing that could stop what would happen from happening.
"Jessica..." She huffed as she looked beside herself, she felt a chill run through her spine as she thought of you sitting next to her.
You were so much more to her, but she just couldn't understand if she was more to you.
You lean against the walls, your heels beginning to grow uncomfortable as you press your weight down into the ground as you steady yourself with the wall. You sway softly as you continue to watch as Delaware turns blue and Alabama turns red, the race quickly reaching its end.
All that was needed was California to turn blue...
"Come on! TURN BLUE ALREADY! ALL YOU DO IS SMOKE WEED AND FUCK FAMOUS PEOPLE THERE?!" You scream as you rear your arm back and launch the bottle at the TV, it connects with a deafening thud before the glass shatters across the floor.
You turn away, your teeth cinched down and grinding side to side, you are more stressed than you'd ever been. You were more stressed than you were, planning her campaign trail. Your hand finds itself smoothing rhythmically around in your hair, stopping and tugging at sections of hair to reveal your mounting headache.
You needed this... you wanted this, and you almost had it! Everything you could possibly want was right in front of you, and all California had to do was turn blue.
The article flashed in your mind.
You didn't understand how Kamala could be so calm, you just didn't get it, everything you had come to know was riding on this one win. This one historical win. You'd be set for four years, and have no trouble at all finding another job afterward, as long as she won...
But still you knew that those pictures any day could be posted, you and her would be put on display like some circus act.
"Oh god, my parents?!" You thought as you felt a tear roll slowly down your cheek, compared to your heated skin it felt cold, you were not out yet, and either was Kamala?!
Who would hurt you or her worse?
"I've got to end this!" You say as you try to steady yourself, but you stumble as you try to regain your sense, and crash against the wall. Your legs seem to give out, and your vision blurs. You look over at the TV, it's still on, the map still visible. California is one of the last four states to turn, but it had it back to solid gray.
Your face grows hot as you hold tightly to your shirt, breathing quickening with the numbers ticking by.
You can hear the bass of the song playing outside blare from behind the wall, the rhythmic thumping doing little to calm you. Your breathing doesn't slow, your eyes begin to water, and your hands are trying to reach out for your phone across the room. You can't stand, your body just trembles, and you gasp for breath, looking between the handle of the door just above you and the room around you.
"AND ANOTHER STATE GOES TO TRUMP!" You hear the announcer say, but you can only see California displayed as the state maintains its gray color, "If Harris can win California then this race will be over!" They reiterated for the third time in one hour. Your anxiety grew as you saw the moving line next to the news logo read
"Harris and her secretaries Quid pro quo"
Your Heart stops.
Outside, Kamala looked down at her phone, her eyes blinking rapidly as she looked at one of the notifications.
Fox News
Harris and her secretaries Quid pro quo
Her finger shook slightly as she made contact with the screen, the heated device feeling foreign to Kamala's cold skin. Her fingertips felt like ice, and she shivered as the webpage loaded. Slowly the website banner appeared, Fox New, a taunt as the title came into view, the text below taking its sweet time to allow the title to hold Kamala hostage.
'Harris and her secretaries Quid pro quo'
**BREAKING: Intimate Photos of Kamala Harris and Jessica Rose Leak Amidst Tight Election Battle**
Kamala's mouth went dry as she read further.
As the 2024 presidential race comes down to the wire, shocking new photos of Vice President Kamala Harris and her close aide, Jessica Rose, have surfaced. The images, which show Harris and Rose in intimate moments, have ignited a firestorm of speculation and media attention just as the final votes are being tallied.
Political insiders are questioning whether the release of these pictures—just hours before the results in the critical state of California—could influence the outcome of the election. California remains the last major battleground state, with both Harris and her opponent, Donald Trump, anxiously awaiting the results.
Former President Donald Trump wasted no time weighing in on the controversy, taking to Twitter with his characteristic bluster:
Her eyes narrow and her breath catches in her throat.
> "WOW! Kamala caught red-handed with her 'assistant' Jessica Rose! Crooked Kamala can't even keep it together! California hasn't turned blue yet? Wonder why! #QuidProKamala #Election2024"
The leaked photos have already gone viral, with pundits and voters alike speculating on the potential fallout for Harris' campaign. Many of Harris' supporters are standing by her, insisting that her personal life should not impact the election, while critics argue that the photos raise questions about her judgment during such a critical moment.
Meanwhile, another state has turned red, bringing Trump's electoral count even closer to victory. All eyes are now on California, the largest prize in the electoral college, which will ultimately decide the next President of the United States. As both campaigns brace for the final outcome, this latest scandal adds an unexpected twist to an already historic election night.
The nation waits, and with California's results still pending, the political future hangs in the balance.
As Kamala turned her phone off and turned towards the building, she could see everyone was staring up at the TV's, the vote count displayed for California and the slight blue tint of the state growing one again. She heard familiar words muffled through the glass...
As she approached, she was careful as she slightly opened the door, allowing herself to hear.
"Speculation from republican officials around Harris's possibly inappropriate arrangements with her assistant, and proposed chief of staff, 26-year-old Jessica Rose"
The scene changed to Jesse Watters, Kamala rolled her eyes, they had begun to gloss over with tears.
Jesse Watters, with his trademark smug grin, leaned forward on the screen. "Folks, you just can't make this up," he began, shaking his head dramatically.
"Kamala Harris, our sitting Vice President, embroiled in a scandal with her *assistant*, Jessica Rose. Twenty-six years old and already slated to become Chief of Staff? Really? Is this what we want from our leadership? Personal and professional boundaries completely out the window?"
He paused for effect, his eyes gleaming as he continued, "Look, this isn't just a tabloid story. This is about judgment. What does it say about Kamala's decision-making if she can't even keep her personal life in check? And now, California—a state on the edge of turning blue—*just so happens* to be her home turf. Interesting, right? Maybe this whole thing isn't just about votes after all."
Watters leaned back, sighing theatrically, as if the gravity of the situation weighed on him personally.
"I think we need to start asking the hard questions. Is this the kind of leadership we need in the White House? If Kamala Harris is willing to blur the lines in her own office, what does that mean for the future of America?"
The screen cut to a close-up of Watters, his brow furrowed in mock concern. "Is she the Vice President or a Hollywood headline waiting to happen?"
Kamala's hand clenched tightly to the door, her heels making a distinctive click as she stepped onto the polished concrete floors without hesitation. The first one drew little attention among the near silence. Kamala's back grew rigid, her face stern, and eyes fixed ahead of herself, The more her heels clicked the more heads turned.
Kamala's workers, friends, associates, family... started at her with concern, disbelief, curiosity, fear.
As she made her way through people, some tried to speak, others stared silently. She kept walking until she reached the small room she'd left you in.
Eyes burned into the back of her as she threw the door open, and closed it with a soft click.
No one had realized you weren't among them somewhere.
"Jessica? We need to-" She began as she turned to walk along the path of the wall. She stopped when her shin made contact with her side of you, you sat below her pressed against the wall, sweat pooled on your forehead, and the collar of your shirt pulled out of place.
"W-what's wrong?! Are you okay?" She said as she dropped to her knees next to you, her hands taking your face into a soft hold as she tried to pull you closer. Your mind tells you to pull away, and you do, you feel tired, and your body felt heavier and heavier by the second as you felt yourself sway
"NO! I'm NOT OKAY?! Kamala... d-don't you know what's happening?!" Jessica cried as her voice came hoarse and strained s she let her hand fall back against the wall
"Jessica, calm down and talk to me? What happened? Did someone say something?" Kamala said again, trying to reach out to Jessica only to have her hands swatted away by the whip of your hand
"DON'T TOUCH ME! PLEASE! I CAN'T DO THIS, I_I..." You say as you pressed your heels into the ground as you fight your way to your feet, Kamala taking purchase on your arm to help you.
You turn your hips against her and pull away, your heels making a panicked rhythm along the floor as you paced between her wardrobe and the TV, you take a moment as you pass to look at your distressed state.
Your hair is wild, flipped across your head, your shirt pulled from its once neatly tucked state, and your lipstick smudged across your face and hand. Your mind remembers the glass on the floor, and you finally register the feeling of glass beneath your feet.
"Jessica... Did you drink a whole glass of champagne by yourself?" Kamala asked as started down at the floor and the broken TV
"Yes" You answer, your stomach too wound to lie
"You broke the TV, yo-you, what did you do?" Kamala asked as she slowly moved to lock the door, you weren't going to run, but she knew you were in no state to be seen.
You continue to pace, the answer on the tip of your tongue, you have to answer her, it was your job to.
"I fucked up, bad... I shouldn't have gotten you caught up in all this. I can't face them, I can't do anything now, I'm ruined, I'm ruining you?!" You say as you stop to face her, your hands shaking as you swing them around yourself, energy surging through your body as you try to explain
"Jessica..." Kamala said as her expression became somber, she slowly approached as you stood there, eyes half lidded, as tears streamed down your face, your throat aches from your strained voice.
Your body jerks as you sob, her hands pulling softly at your skin as you lean in.
"Calm down, Jessica please, you have to understand you are young... If anything, you are at no fault for anything that happens... the one who invited you to my home, I'm the one who came to you." She paused as your arms wrapped around her, your hands clinging to your wrists to hold her closer, your arms relax
"But you have to remember we are both grown adults, and we know what has been and what will be between us. They have no proof of us doing any wrong because there is nothing we have done wrong," Kamala said soothingly as your breathing begins to slow
"Kamala please, I-i don't want to ruin this, I can put out a statement.... I can"
"Be quiet and listen to me ?" She said, her voice lowering as your breath caught in your throat
"Jessica, I don't care what that man says, I don't care what fox has to say, I don't care what anyone in this damn building has to say about us, or me. I care about you and I need you to understand that, I need you to help me start things right." Kamala said her voice slipping into her formal tone, you couldn't see her eyes, but you could just imagine the soft warm glow they gave under the stage lights
"Kamala, h-how are we going to explain this, I can't be your chief of staff and your ... " You pause for a movement realizing what you were about to call her, she pulls away catching a glimpse of your embarrassment
"Jessica, you're not just my assistant... You don't owe anyone an explanation, and I will handle everything. You worked hard and I'll make damn sure everyone knows it. My family doesn't decide who I want to be with, and I'd home neither does yours, so with that being said, I think you should sit back and look pretty for now. When we win this, show them why I choose you. Hell, I'll even have Tim vouch for you!" Kamala said, a slight laugh flowing into the speech as she bent down to find your face
You feel better now. Your body light, and your breathing clear, the pounding growing weaker but still continuing. You fight off a smile as you bite down on your lip.
"AND THAT DOES IT, THE RACE GO TO-"
The TV shuts off just as the name comes, Kamala, and your attention flies to the TV as the air is sucked from the room.
"Miss Harris?" The two do you pull away as a loud knock interrupts the silence, Kamala turn her back to you almost to hide you from anyone's appearance
"Yes?"
"Miss Harris, The results are in, are you aware?"
She hesitated for a moment, unsure how to answer, you and her could feel the tensions growing.
Her chest tightened with fear.
"N-no, The TV in here is broken..." She said, her hand moving to her neck as she scratched lightly.
"Miss Harris, you've won!"
You hear a sigh of relief escape her lips as she doubles over, her shoulders jerking forwards as you wondered if she was crying or laughing.
She was doing both.
"OH my goodness, I'll be out in a few, I need to change!" She said, her voice filled with elation as she turned to you, smiling widely as she approached you,
"We did it!" She said softly as her eyes lowered, and her arms reached out to you, you hesitated as you looked at her tears streaming down her face as she smiled widely.
Victory sinks in.
Your mind struggles to grasp the enormity of the moment, each emotion blending together in a haze of relief and disbelief. The tears on Kamala's face mingling with your own as you find your lips pressed against hers.
"YOU DID IT!" You squeal as you hold tightly to her sleeves
She pauses for a moment as your smile drops, and your excitement fades. She looks at you in disappointment. What have you done?
"Jessica, I want you to get on stage with me and say what you need to say, please. I can't have you keep hiding everything you are from people, if they can see why I want you as chief of staff I think you should show them" Kamala says, her voice empowering as you feel heat grow in your cheeks
"I don't even know what to say?" You spit out wanting to avoid the idea all together
"Yes you do, and you know it Jessica, You're just being scared...and that's okay, now I'm not really asking if it's an order from your president. Let's get changed and go out here and show everyone who just made history" She said as she took both your hands and led you over to the wardrobe
Kamala and you, on the brink of history, about to turn your private celebration and partnership into a public spectacle.
Kamala, slipped into her navy suit, moves with her body's command, each subtle shift of her body emphasizing her achievement. The navy of her suit seems to absorb the light, you, in contrast, are clad in a sharp white suit with a black blouse, your heels clicking softly against the floor as you move.
Kamala's eyes meet yours with a mixture of pride and urgency. "Let me just fix this," she says softly, her hands moving with practiced precision as she smooths your hair and adjusts your makeup.
The touch of her fingers is both calming and steadying, each motion a promise of support. You wondered how you were on the brink trying to end things moments before.
"There, much better," she says, her voice a soothing balm against the mounting tension.
"You look incredible, Jessica. Ready?"
You nod, trying to steady the whirlwind of emotions inside.
"I guess so. I still don't know what to say out there."
Kamala's smile is warm and encouraging. "You don't need to have a whole speech planned. Just be yourself. Show them why you've been by my side through all this. Let them see the intelligent young lady who ran my whole campaign"
With a final, reassuring pat on your shoulder, Kamala takes your hand and leads you towards the door. The room seems to pulse with anticipation, and the weight of the moment presses down on both of you.
"Remember," Kamala says as she opens the door, her eyes meeting yours with a glint of determination
"We're not just stepping onto that stage to speak. We're making ourselves clear about what we have to do and will do, "
She slightly opens the door, the noise, and energy of the event swell around you. Compared to the relative silence, just before
Kamala's beside you, her hand holding firmly to yours, as she guides you both towards the stage. The two of you, moving in sync, but only one of you prepared to face the crowd and the cameras.
You fought so hard to get here, but as you stepped onto the stage and your head turned out towards the crowd. Your eyes welled with tears as you looked at the people and the camera all trained on both of your movements.
You stand still as you stare into the crowd, the only thing telling you where you were was the slight view you had of Kamala standing at the podium.
Kamala stepped up to the podium, her navy suit sharp against the bright lights. Your hands tremble slightly. Kamala takes a deep breath, her voice steady and clear as she begins to speak.
"Good evening, everyone." She paused as the crowd responded in a soft unified voice
"Tonight, we stand at a historic crossroads, and I am deeply honored to be here with you. This moment is a testament to the incredible power of perseverance, hope, and the unwavering support of all of you." Kamala's head lowers to blink away tears, electing a small reaction
"First and foremost, I want to extend my heartfelt gratitude to each one of you—our dedicated volunteers, our passionate supporters, and our tireless campaign team. Your belief in our vision and your commitment to our cause have made this victory possible. Without your relentless efforts, your time, and your energy, we would not be celebrating tonight." She expressed will emphasis
"We embarked on this journey with a promise—to bring about meaningful change, to champion justice, and to uplift every community across this great nation. I am committed to delivering on those promises. From advancing healthcare reform to tackling climate change, from ensuring economic equity to safeguarding our democracy, we will work tirelessly to create a brighter future for all."
"Now, I want to address something that has surfaced in recent days. There have been stories and allegations that have cast shadows on our personal lives. Let me be clear: my commitment to transparency, integrity, and accountability remains unwavering. I understand the concerns that have been raised, and I assure you that I will address them with the utmost seriousness and respect for the truth."
"Jessica Rose, who has been by my side through this journey, is a remarkable individual. Her dedication and intelligence have been invaluable to our campaign. Our relationship, like any personal connection, has been the subject of scrutiny, and while we have chosen to navigate it privately, I want to assure you that our commitment to ethical standards and to each other is steadfast." She said without a hint of vulnerability in her tone, she paused as she looked over at you with a smile, you turn your head to give a weak smile back, it was your first movement since you'd stopped in that spot
"To better address this directly, I'd like to introduce Jessica Rose, my assistant and soon-to-be Chief of Staff. Jessica has been a vital part of this campaign, and I believe it's important for her to speak on her own behalf, especially as a young and dedicated agent in America's story.:
Kamala turns to you, giving you a reassuring nod.
Your breath hitches, as you step up to the podium, your nerves momentarily visible as your hand shakes and places itself on the polished wood.
"Thank you, Kamala," You began, your voice slightly shaky but steadying as you continued.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I am deeply honored and grateful for this opportunity to address you all tonight. It's been a privilege to stand by Kamala's side, witnessing her dedication to creating real, positive change for our country. I want to acknowledge the stories and discussions that have been circulating about my relationship with Kamala. As a young woman in this field, I understand the scrutiny and the questions that come with it. Our relationship, both professional and personal, has always been based on mutual respect, shared values, and a commitment to our common goals." You pause, wanting your message heard clearly
You continue on, your words coming steady and times, you don't want one mistake being made.
"I am fully committed to serving the American people with integrity and transparency. As I step into the role of Chief of Staff, I promise to uphold the highest standards of conduct and to ensure that every action we take is in the best interest of those we serve." You sigh, realizing you had nothing more to say, cheers and applause crescendo around you as you lean into the mic one last time giving a soft
"Thank you." As you step away from the podium, your expression relaxed, as Kamala joins you, her arm wrapped around your waist in a protective hold as she leans close and waves out to the people as you do the same
"See, this isn't so bad?"
JANUARY 20th, 2025
One moment, one single second could change it all.
And it did.
Her smile brighter than ever, the light making a slight glint appear as she turned her head and stared into the crowd. Eyes gleaming with admiration, and pride.
She really had done it. She was at the apex of history. One foot hesitant to land across the line as her voice came sharp through the microphone. Her eyes catching on yours in the seats below, her smile growing wider as she looked down and you, and you looked up at her.
"Hello Everyone, Th-" it sliced the air with a mere second of a whip. You can see her eyes lower and open wide in shock.
The sound shocks you as you cover your ears and fall forwards in your chair, eyes shutting in fear.
Then the unmistakable *thwack* came with a blaring sound from the speakers. Your eyes shoot open.
A loud humming, boisterous.
The area around shook under the assault until they cut, attention regained, and the chatter came. Terrifying screams, and her nieces and family being ushered from the area.
You find yourself moving without thinking, your heels clicking beneath you as you somehow get up the stairs and see through the glass barriers,
Agents rushed around her, they hadn't seen her hit the ground, or heard a mere yelp. Silence. Eyes wide, and hand grabbing at air as blood soaked into her suit, it's crimson glistening under the sunlight.
Their heat unbearable, the sting inescapable, hands grabbed and pulled at air. Her eyes snap down as a gurgling sound wells in her ears, spewing blood, air thinning, vision dimming, screams deafening.
She could make out the silhouette of you as you slowly creeped further up the steps, you watched as she noticed you and waved her hand frantically, trying to get someone to take you away.
She can't move, feeling lost, eyes low and bobbing. The hole saw it's way straight through, the towering screen panels broken, displaying the pinpoint of impact.
"1016, sir, VP is down..." You could hear, under the screams, voices turn and focus.
Her vision failed and her Mind and drifted, her hand goes limp as an agent tries to lead you away.
You push against them, a scream threatening to escape your lips.
Panic rises in your chest.
You were sure, if she hadn't of blinked, you wouldn't have missed it.