“I am being made fun of!” Kamala screamed into the phone. “No one makes fun of me! NO ONE!”

Astrid stepped off the elevator and walked into the Vice President’s intern pen with her slicked-back hair and power bitch heels and commanded the room.

“Your hair is fabulous!’ Seresto said.

“So fabulous,” Kaylieburrow agreed.

“And those shoes!” Seresto said.

“Such great shoes.”

Astrid took off her jacket and draped it casually across her desk. Her tight shirt and fitted slacks cut a sharp silhouette.

“O-M-G!” Seresto squealed.

Kaylieburrow finally looked up from her phone. “I can see your nipples,” she said.

“October 13th is ‘No Bra for Breast Cancer Awareness Day,’” Astrid said, looking at them both with smug pity.

“No, it isn’t,” Seresto said. “Some gross guys just made it up as a prank.”

“And yet,” Astrid said, turning to profile and presenting her breasts to the office.

Kaylieburrow pulled her arms into her shirt and began struggling to take her bra off.

“ASTROLABE!” Kamala screamed.

“Our master’s voice,” Astrid sighed and walked toward the office.

“I’m 1/32nd Black on my step-father’s side, you know,” Seresto said, glaring.

“Oh, I know…” she said as she closed the office door behind her.

*****

“This video,” Kamala sputtered, “With the kids.”

“Yes,” Astrid said calmly.

“People,” Kamala continued, “Making fun.”

“Ma’am, you used paid actors to play the kids. I warned you that would come out eventually.”

“The real kids were so ugly and fat,” Kamala said. “Have children always been this ugly and fat?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Astrid said.

“And their line readings,” Kamala said, grimacing at the intern pen.

“If we had hired seasoned child actors, people might out have found out they were actors, ma’am.”

“They found out anyway!”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And that idiot from the Naval Observatory!” Kamala yelled.

Astrid sighed and sat down, “He came highly recommended.”

“HE SAID THE SUN GOES AROUND THE EARTH!”

“Jen is going to take care of that, ma’am. And anyone that says the Earth goes around the sun, well, we will just torch them on Twitter.”

“And that script. You know it looks like I just abandoned those kids at the Naval Observatory.”

“Most of them made it home safe, ma’am.”

“Most of them?”

“Well, not the little blonde girl, but they go missing all the time.”