Chapter Twenty-Five: Attack! Desperate housewife
On the morning of July 4th, a host of Independence Day celebrations began across the United States.
On National Lawn Square in Washington, D.C., the newly inaugurated President William Conway and First Lady Hannah Conway attended the ongoing Folk Arts Festival.
Speaking of which, not long ago, William Conway was only vice president. The former president, who had won the hearts of the people, was suddenly exposed to a scandal of sexually assaulting minors, which caused an uproar in public opinion, and the public resentment was boiling, and the Senate and House of Representatives demanded the impeachment of the president.
But William Conway's path to the presidency wasn't much smooth. Before he could move from the vice president's residence in the first circle of the Naval Observatory to the White House, he ran headlong into the Glenn McConville malfeasance case that shocked the whole United States.
Fortunately, when he appeared at the rally, the attention of the cheering crowd around him was focused on his tall and straight figure, handsome and resolute face, and the beautiful and moving first lady who spoke with a distinctly British accent, and no one noticed his bloodshot eyes and visibly sunken cheeks.
For security reasons, the U.S. Secret Service, which is responsible for presidential security, chose to work with S.H.I.E.L.D. to strengthen presidential security measures. Although Captain America and Iron Man were both in Washington at this time, the appearance of these two would steal the limelight from the president, so Captain Rogers temporarily arranged for Peter to dress up as a passerby to blend in with the crowd, and Belle joined the president's team as the first lady's life assistant. With them, they should be able to deal with most emergencies that are not too exaggerated. And in order to deal with the less urgent situation, S.H.I.E.L.D. assigned Sharon Carter to pretend to be the deputy of the White House press director. They mingled with the entourage, apparently noticing the president's fatigue.
"It's really not a human job." Belle whispered to Sharon that the president and the first lady were mimicking the classic action of the kiss of victory amid a roar of cheers, "I can't even sleep peacefully, and every time I go out, I have to worry about being assassinated, and I am always implicated in unwarranted disasters, which is simply amazing." ”
Sharon made a silent gesture to stop Belle, "Don't talk nonsense, your current identity is a White House staffer, and we are surrounded by reporters, and they listen to what you say casually, and they don't know how much it will be made up." Besides, you are also very sensitive now, so don't attract the attention of others. ”
"Less," Belle said with a nonchalant smile, "as if the reporters didn't know about it." Besides, I feel like I'm in the most low-key moment of my life. ”
That's true. In order to cater to the identity of the entourage of the president and his wife, she has a very rare hobby of showing off her legs, dressing like the staff around her, plus a pair of sunglasses, which is really very low-key. What's more, the attention of journalists is already on the new president, and no one will pay attention to her.
"You have to be cautious as a cost, or you'll suffer a big loss later." Sharon said, motioning for Belle to concentrate on her task and stop chatting.
The president did not appear at the rally for a long time, shaking hands with everyone, making a short speech, walking around, and chatting with the melon-eating crowd, which was only an hour.
The president got into the car and was ready to go to the next event, while the first lady said she was not feeling well and wanted to go back to the White House for a short rest and prepare for the next dinner.
Sharon and Belle also separated, the former following the press director with a large number of reporters, and the latter to the van for the first lady.
Cynthia Spectett, the first lady's chief of staff, was waiting at the door, and she only let the first lady into the car, leaving the rest of the staff such as the press secretary, the social affairs secretary and the travel director outside.
Mrs. Conway got into the car, and as soon as she closed the door, she rushed into the bathroom and threw up wildly. When she came out, her face was pale, her makeup was untidy, her clothes were wrinkled, and she splashed a lot of water when she washed her hands and rinsed her mouth.
"Tell Lisa to clean up for me." Mrs. Conway said to the chief of staff who was following the car.
"Ma'am, you forgot, Lisa is still in the White House, and when she went out for the past two days, it was Miss Belle sent by S.H.I.E.L.D. to take care of these things."
"Is this man reliable?" She glanced at her chief of staff and asked with a worried expression.
"There is some bad news about her in the media, but she is a candidate recommended by Captain America, and S.H.I.E.L.D. has also done a detailed background check on her, so there should be nothing wrong with her."
"I mean, will I be ...... if she sees me like this?"
Mrs. Conway had not finished her sentence, and she had not thought of the right words to express the situation at hand without embarrassing her gaffe.
"Ma'am," said the chief of staff seriously, "I don't think you need to worry about this, she's from S.H.I.E.L.D., and may have known about it for a long time." ”
When Mrs. Conway saw Belle hand over alprazolam and mineral water, she knew that the chief of staff was right.
"Take the medicine first, ma'am, and when you feel a little better, I'll help you change your clothes and makeup."
Belle said, putting her hands on Mrs. Conway's temples. The president's wife, who originally felt that her heart was beating fast and it was difficult to breathe, and her whole body was stiff, relaxed in an instant.
"What did you do?" Mrs. Conway looked incredulous, "This is simply amazing. ”
"A little trick," Belle whispered, "don't tell me, for if the captain knows that I've put my superpowers to work on the First Lady, my good days will be over." ”
It didn't take long for Hannah Conway to appear in front of everyone again.
The group, escorted by Secret Service agents, quickly returned to the White House. Knowing that the president's wife would not leave the White House again today, Belle planned to leave. She felt that the atmosphere in the White House was too oppressive, that everyone was holding their breath, that they were too tired, and that it was no wonder that the glamorous first lady was plagued by panic.
She was about to call Captain Steve to say that the mission was complete, when she found Cynthia Spector, the first lady's chief of staff, approaching her.
"Mrs. Conway wants to see you." Cynthia said straight to the point.
Unexpectedly, instead of bringing Belle to the First Lady's office in the East Wing of the White House, she ...
"I'm really sorry Miss Belle, your working hours should have ended, but I personally have some personal matters for you, and it is inconvenient to talk about them in the office, please don't mind."
Mrs. Conway sat on the sofa with an elegant posture and a calm expression. She gestured to the couch across from her and motioned for Belle to sit down.
A very stylish afternoon tea is placed on the coffee table according to the British tradition, but what is not too complete is the three-tiered shelf and a laptop next to the teapot, with a bunch of messy windows open on it.
Belle kept the rules and didn't look around, anyway, after seeing Tony Stark's luxurious life, the White House didn't seem anything special. She sat down across from Mrs. Conway, and took a cup of tea from the First Lady.
"Zhengshan Xiaozhong, I heard that your mother is Chinese, so I specially chose this."
Belle had to be polite too.
"You're thinking too much, are these beautiful macarons because they say my father is French?"
"Actually, it's because our chefs are so good at it." Mrs. Conway said, "Of course, I hope you like it." ”
"You're so polite, I don't know what I can do, or I'm sorry the First Lady has bothered so much."
"Leave it alone with the First Lady or anything," said Mrs. Conway, smiling, "and you have seen me at my most gaffe, and I will have to treat you as a friend, or else it will be embarrassing." Here, just call me Hannah, and think of it as a chat between girlfriends. ”
What she wanted to talk about, Belle couldn't have known, nothing more than the phobia attack this morning.
"Then you're welcome, Hannah, it's good for you to take a break once in a while, after all, not everyone is expecting to become first lady overnight, is it?"
"Oh my God, that's the best thing I've heard lately." Hannah let out a sigh of relief, letting the whole body sink into the couch, "Everybody's saying 'Hannah, congratulations,' and 'Being first lady must be very stressful, but I'm sure you can't do it,' and it's been less than two months, and I don't think Will and I can hold it up." ”
"Oh my God, I really wish I was French or Chinese now, in that case, hearing the news that the US president and his wife can't hold on, it's almost early Christmas."
"I also wish I was still British, at least no one asked the Prime Minister's wife every day what she thought about gun abuse. I'm here to ask if you're interested, or if you can do me a favor and stay in the White House, because if today's situation happens again, we will definitely need you. ”
This was a bit of a surprise to Belle.
"In fact, I'm going through a similar situation myself." Belle put down her teacup, walked over to Hannah and sat down again, and continued, "Maybe it's not appropriate to use myself as an example, but I think two of my friends are in a similar situation to yours, and because of their boyfriend status, they have put themselves in great trouble and trouble, and they are worried that their other half will die in the war to save the world. I just named them Desperate Housewives. ”
"Hahaha," Hannah laughed, "Isn't that one of these people you're talking about?" Being Iron Man's girlfriend must be much more exciting than being the first lady. ”
"These two identities, either of them is enough for a pot of drink, if I can choose, I would rather continue my previous peaceful student life."
"It's not that hard," Hannah said, "and if we help each other, you can help Will and me get out of the panic attacks, and I'm willing to help you restore your reputation, because the media is always very tolerant of the first lady and her friends, isn't it?" ”
……
On the evening of July 4, the East Room of the White House.
At the behest of the president, the National Day banquet was not a very formal state banquet, but rather a combination of a celebration and a family gathering. Parliamentarians, generals, and celebrities wandered around with their glasses in hand, chatting with people they were interested in, and even the president and his wife did not have a very grand entrance ceremony, so they mingled together.
However, the media have noticed that First Lady Hannah Conway has an extra beautiful woman who has never appeared in official events before, and the relationship between the two seems to be very close.
"This seems to be, the model who was involved in the gang fight?" A reporter said to his peers.
Pepper Potts and the First Lady also seemed to be old acquaintances, and after a few pleasantries between them, Pepper turned her attention to Belle.
"You're not small?" Pepper whispered, "Originally, I brought you here just to let you show your face, but you're good, one step to the sky?" ”
Belle replied to her in the same whisper: "This is probably the so-called protagonist treatment." ”