"Explain to me again, Leo, why I'm having to take this meeting."

The President sat behind his desk, taking perverse enjoyment in seeing Leo McGarry shift uncomfortably from foot to foot. If he knew Leo, and he did, then his friend was waiting for him to snap like an overstretched rubber band.

"It's a personal request, sir. Their boss is an old friend, someone I trust, and he's never asked me for a favor in the twenty years I've known him."

"So he's called in that favor now, when I had one foot out the door to go visit Ellie?"

"There's an element of urgency, sir, or it would've kept for a while. I think this will be quick."

Jed Bartlet looked into Leo's eyes. "Why do I have the feeling that this will be anything but quick?"

"Because you always know when I'm shoveling the manure really, really hard, sir."

 

 

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