Time for Julia to cozy up to her new husband

Julia had only techinically been Jack's husband for a matter of minutes, but her new identity came with so much fun new knowledge of the man. As his wife she could read his moods better than anyone, and knew exactly how to soothe even his grouchiest tirade. Besides, now that his wife was a gorgeous brilliant young woman who loved him more than that old hag daughter of that icky tycoon ever could, Julia was sure she could keep him in check. She still didn't know exactly what this new version of Amanda was planning, but now that she knew her role, she was ready to play it.

No, that wasn't right.

She was eager to play it.

"Jack baby, instead of accusing my dear friend here, did you think to ask her opinion on the matter? After all she is the smartest human being on the planet. If the prissy deranged heiress to some stuffy southern gas tychoon has broken into the Whitehouse instead of blaming our greatest asset perhaps we should use her." Julia said, standing up from the couch and leaning over her new husband.

Julia knew her Jack well enough to know that as long as there was an audience he was always going to posture, to puff out his chest. The old her had seen that as a sign of chauvanism, and though logically she still knew it came from insecure toxic masculinity, she literally had **** but to find it cute. Even endearing. Besides if he wanted to show them what a strong virile man he was, she had a better idea.

Julia sashayed her way across the Oval office, idly undoing a button or two before leaning down in front of Jack to make sure he got a good view of the girls. Then when he was distracted she kissed him on the mouth, cooing to show how big and strong she thought he was. Such a show would have made her upset before 'Amanda' adjusted her identity. Now though she better understood the complexity of wielding power. Hers rested with Jack, for now, and that meant showing his chauvanist friends how masculine and in charge he was.

She no longer cared that it was childish. What mattered was that it worked.

"Julia... sweetheart, not in front of the staff." Jack said, trying to sound professional, but Julia knew just how turned on he really was.

"I'm so sorry dear. You know I just have trouble controlling myself around you." Julia said.

Jack was going to continue to reprimand her, when 'Amanda' cut in.

"You're so right to dismiss your staff sir, I'm sure you and the smartest person in the world can solve this Miss Pottsfield issue. Perhaps even the FLOTUS can me help talk with her, woman to woman. I will be happy to attend to the others later for you, and help you navigate this trivial crisis while they get back to the minutiae of governance." 'Amanda' said.

"Thanks." Jack said, not quite realizing what was going on, but he supposed it was better to just go along with the flow. She was the smart one after all, and the idea of anything sounded better than the normal paperwork and glad handling he normally was subject to. "Fellas, Miss Chopra, I think I can handle it from here. The girl's right, I'm sure you have important things to attend to."

They huffed a bit but gathered up their belongings and left.

Julia gave her friend a smirk, as she sat down on the couch next to her hubby and idly stroked his chest. She was already having so much fun, she couldn't wait to see what 'Amanda' had in mind for that biddy who had been the old version of Jack's wife. Julia's only real complaint was Virginia wouldn't remember enough for Julia to gloat about it.

Virginia Pottsfield didn't know what was happening. Suddenly she found herself in the Whitehouse and her memories of the last few years were all so fuzzy. Now she was being escorted by Secret Service agents and taken to the Oval Office.

Even the name Pottsfield sounded strangely odd to Virginia's ears, even though she'd been born with it. It was just one frightening aspect of this insanity. But then Virginia felt a sudden urge to laugh. As she combed through her mind, she realized her daddy had always dreamed of his daughter being taken to the Oval Office. Though she doubted daddy had wanted it to be under armed guard.

Everyone had always wanted something from Virginia, though. Her mother, Gwyneth Pottsfield had been the one to drag her around beauty pageants he entire childhood. Virginia had her first personal trainer and nutritionist at the age of seven. An 'upside' of her father being the third largest distributor of natural gasses in the United states. Over the years her body had been sculpted (all naturally despite what some of the gossip rags claimed), into an All-American beauty. Long toned legs, long think chestnut hair, always styled to perfection. Just enough curves to keep the boys interested, and not so skinny that women called her a bitch. Even her mannerisms had been crafted to perfection, a demurely feminine gait, a girlish giggle she had been made to practice since she was thirteen, and immaculate posture.

Virginia's mother had been the one to mold her, but her daddy's hand was in it all. The scion of a business empire, he had never successfully made his way into the political sphere despite three failed attempts at a seat in the House. When his only children had been born girls (to his disappointment) he had decided that they should marry politicians, rather than attempt to run themselves. Her whole childhood her parents had drilled into her head their dream of having a daughter as the First Lady. A daughter whose beauty would entrance the nation, whose elegance would charm foreign diplomats, and whose intellect would help guide whatever rube her daddy approved of.

As they approached, Virginia straightened her posture and smoothed out her navy-blue scoop-neck dress. Even in her forties, she knew she was a looker. If she flashed enough cleavage maybe President Mansfield would be willing to hear her out.

The door opened, and Virginia walked in, waiting to see what was next for her.