“I haven’t MADE THE NEWS in over a week!” Kamala squawked.

Her adenoidal voice seemed to go up to the heights of the room, circle, and then dive into the influencers’ bedazzled ears. Seresto clapped her hands against the sides of her head like a little child.

“There’s just white guys shooting people,” Kayleighburrow whined. “Well, one of them is a White Muslim, I guess.”

“Asians, that first guy shot Asian women,” Kamala growled. “I’m an Asian woman. I should have been the face of that.”

“But, ma’am,” Seresto said carefully, “Jamaica isn’t in Asia.”

“Maybe it identifies as Asian,” Kayleighburrow said, slapping at her knee. “Geographophobe.”

“India!” Kamala screeched. “My mother is from India, you idiots!”

“But India is India,” Kaylieburrow said blankly.

“India is in Asia,” Kamala said.

Seresto looked up from her phone and said, “India is a sub-continent.” She leaned over to Asterix, “Look, I’m reading this right, right?”

“Leave me alone,” Asterix said, scratching at the binding she used to flatten her breasts.

“OK, Themster Grumpy,” Kayleighburrow said huffily.

“India is part of Asia,” Kamala said through gritted teeth. “I’m part Asian.”

“Should I tweet that?” Seresto asked. “What about ‘India is part of Asia. I am part Asian. #stopasianhate’?”

“Everyone already knows India is part of Asia,” Kamala said angrily. “It’s right there, connected to Asia.”

“Wait,” Kayleighburrow said, twisting her phone this way and that. “Europe is also connected to Asia. Are all Europeans Asian too?” The fine wrinkles in her brow as she struggled to process this grew deeper and deeper. “My grandparents are from Germany. Does this mean I’m Asian? That’s hot.”

“Europeans are not Asian!” Kamala shouted as Secret Service agents burst into the office.

“My boyfriend left me,” Asterix said as the agents surround Kamala, guns drawn.

“He hated your hair, right?” Seresto asked, talking louder over the barking agents. “And your clothes.”

“And my period,” them said glumly. “No one makes a tampon for front holes.”

“That sounds pretty messy,” Seresto said.

“I should just quit,” them said, rubbing a hand across the stubble of hair on they head.

“And do what? Seresto asked. “You’re at the center of it all here.” She ducked as a Secret Service agent jumped up on the desk and then dove over the three of them.

“White people at the gates!” an agent screamed and they all ran out of the office together.

“You want to end up tweeting for some Congressperson?” Kayleighburrow asked. “Ew.”

“No one quits!” Kamala said. “No one!”

“We’ll find you someone to date. Elliot got divorced,” Seresto said. “He’s so hot.”

“So hot,” Kaylieburrow said reflexively. “And back on the market.”

“I’m st-straight,” Asterix stammered.

“Then Elliot is perfect for you. He’s so hot.”

“So hot.”

“No one leaves this room!”

“So hot.”

All the locks on the doors engaged magnetically and shut they and them in.