Post by Fallon Daugherty on Dec 17, 2013 13:05:30 GMT -5
Nadine Daugherty
The veil of my dreams
deceived all I have seen
Forgive me for what I have been
Forgive me my sins!
-Within Temptation, “The Truth Beneath The Rose”
The halls were unnaturally quiet. Nadine suspected that had something to do with the Moynahan trial. Washington had been obsessed with that trial since the CEO’s presentment. That was all well and good. Not for Moynahan, of course. But there were other matters that needed tending to, and this one merited the President’s undivided attention.
Nadine had found herself drifting since her separation. First, John had refused to work with her, or to have anything to do with her; later, they had settled their differences and tried again, then separated, then tried again. Now, they were separated again, and Nadine had no identity. She was no longer the wife of the airline mastermind, the man who had come out of nowhere to run the nation’s most profitable and safest airline, nor the woman who had graced that man’s arm at every social event, the woman who had been praised for her beauty as much as John had been praised for his business prowess. She was… well, she was no one.
At first, she had tried to attend those social events alone, but there was always that unspoken, untouched subject, “oh, you aren’t with John anymore.” She had been unable to bear it after only a few of those events. She had then tried to use her connections to find herself a place in Washington, and even considered running for office, but many of those connections had been made in bed, and she had somehow lost her taste for that method, and it felt forced rather than adventurous. John had soured all of that for her, she had thought, until she realized that it was she who had poisoned that well, she who had broken up their family, she who had brought on her current position, or lack thereof.
That was past now, though. She had managed to work her way up to a position of relative power in Washington as something of a social informant. She was not the one who had provided the information that had gotten Moynahan arrested, but her job was very similar to that. She listened for things, she observed, and what she saw and heard, she brought to the appropriate parties. Heads of agencies, usually. This one was so sensitive, though, that she felt it necessary to take it directly to President Sawyer.
The President had found himself in an odd situation of late, it seemed. Certain groups were taking matters into their own hands. She was not sure how he felt about any of the things that were happening around the country - the former cholera outbreak that had been resolved by the Kilvayne Corporation, the riots breaking out in various cities, and the famine… ah, the famine. She knew about that, and she knew that Moynahan was going to blow the lid on that very, very soon. What a shame.
However, none of those issues were the one that brought Nadine to President Sawyer’s doorstep that morning. Oh, getting past security was easy; she had a small level of clearance, and from there, she simply used her ability. She had grown cautious about using it since John… but then again, John happened to have an ability that directly opposed hers, and had used his to detect hers. Still… the inclination, and Fallon and her friend’s reactions to that revelation had remained engrained in her mind.
She was dressed simply, elegantly, and expensively, all in clothes she had bought during her marriage to John. She considered those hers, since she had picked them out. The necklace, though… John had bought that for her… for a formal event of some sort that she had long since forgotten about, but the look on his face when he first saw it on her…. She pushed that thought out of her mind as she made her way to the Oval Office.
Nadine had met the President once before, at the ball that had marked his initial rise to his current office. That had been something of a somber occasion, considering just how he had come into that office, but he had been pleasant enough, and had given her the impression that he was a strong leader. She remembered that he and John had gotten along well also. She hoped Sawyer would remember; that would make the conversation that much easier.
She rapped lightly at the door. She assumed, at least, that Sawyer was in the office. From what she had been told on her way through security, the rest of his family was elsewhere. Perhaps he had joined them; perhaps not. She imagined he must be hard at work these days. He had yet to make his stance on any of the current events public; or, at least, if he had, she had missed hearing it. That was entirely possible.
After knocking, she simply folded her hands behind her back. There was little use in announcing herself. He met many people daily; if he recognized her, it would be by face, not by name. But then again, perhaps her husband’s name would be of some weight. She reconsidered that.
“President Sawyer,” she said, projecting her voice but not yelling. “It’s Nadine Daugherty. Security gave me clearance. May I have a moment of your time? I have a pressing concern I think you should know about.”
Nadine had found herself drifting since her separation. First, John had refused to work with her, or to have anything to do with her; later, they had settled their differences and tried again, then separated, then tried again. Now, they were separated again, and Nadine had no identity. She was no longer the wife of the airline mastermind, the man who had come out of nowhere to run the nation’s most profitable and safest airline, nor the woman who had graced that man’s arm at every social event, the woman who had been praised for her beauty as much as John had been praised for his business prowess. She was… well, she was no one.
At first, she had tried to attend those social events alone, but there was always that unspoken, untouched subject, “oh, you aren’t with John anymore.” She had been unable to bear it after only a few of those events. She had then tried to use her connections to find herself a place in Washington, and even considered running for office, but many of those connections had been made in bed, and she had somehow lost her taste for that method, and it felt forced rather than adventurous. John had soured all of that for her, she had thought, until she realized that it was she who had poisoned that well, she who had broken up their family, she who had brought on her current position, or lack thereof.
That was past now, though. She had managed to work her way up to a position of relative power in Washington as something of a social informant. She was not the one who had provided the information that had gotten Moynahan arrested, but her job was very similar to that. She listened for things, she observed, and what she saw and heard, she brought to the appropriate parties. Heads of agencies, usually. This one was so sensitive, though, that she felt it necessary to take it directly to President Sawyer.
The President had found himself in an odd situation of late, it seemed. Certain groups were taking matters into their own hands. She was not sure how he felt about any of the things that were happening around the country - the former cholera outbreak that had been resolved by the Kilvayne Corporation, the riots breaking out in various cities, and the famine… ah, the famine. She knew about that, and she knew that Moynahan was going to blow the lid on that very, very soon. What a shame.
However, none of those issues were the one that brought Nadine to President Sawyer’s doorstep that morning. Oh, getting past security was easy; she had a small level of clearance, and from there, she simply used her ability. She had grown cautious about using it since John… but then again, John happened to have an ability that directly opposed hers, and had used his to detect hers. Still… the inclination, and Fallon and her friend’s reactions to that revelation had remained engrained in her mind.
She was dressed simply, elegantly, and expensively, all in clothes she had bought during her marriage to John. She considered those hers, since she had picked them out. The necklace, though… John had bought that for her… for a formal event of some sort that she had long since forgotten about, but the look on his face when he first saw it on her…. She pushed that thought out of her mind as she made her way to the Oval Office.
Nadine had met the President once before, at the ball that had marked his initial rise to his current office. That had been something of a somber occasion, considering just how he had come into that office, but he had been pleasant enough, and had given her the impression that he was a strong leader. She remembered that he and John had gotten along well also. She hoped Sawyer would remember; that would make the conversation that much easier.
She rapped lightly at the door. She assumed, at least, that Sawyer was in the office. From what she had been told on her way through security, the rest of his family was elsewhere. Perhaps he had joined them; perhaps not. She imagined he must be hard at work these days. He had yet to make his stance on any of the current events public; or, at least, if he had, she had missed hearing it. That was entirely possible.
After knocking, she simply folded her hands behind her back. There was little use in announcing herself. He met many people daily; if he recognized her, it would be by face, not by name. But then again, perhaps her husband’s name would be of some weight. She reconsidered that.
“President Sawyer,” she said, projecting her voice but not yelling. “It’s Nadine Daugherty. Security gave me clearance. May I have a moment of your time? I have a pressing concern I think you should know about.”