Around 2:00 p.m. Butterfield, and a few other secret service agents
showed up right outside the Oval Office. About a minute later, Roni,
Bobbie, and a few more agents showed up. All in all, there were six
secret service agents. After popping into the Oval Office, Charlie
came back and told them they could all go in. After everyone was
seated on a couch or surrounding chair, Jed finally spoke up.

"Earlier this morning, I had an interesting conversation with my
daughter. It turns out she gets very bored around the White House.
She feels she doesn't lead an interesting life. She suggested that
she would like to get a job. Roni has narrowed her choices down to
Sears or Belks, both being in the mall. So, this meeting is to
discuss any problems that the secret service might have, if this were
to happen."

"Sears, or Belks?"

"Yeah."

"What part? Like in billing, or in customer relations or something?"

"Well I sort of already filled out applications, and have been
approved to work as a salesman in the men's department."

"The men's department? Meaning, you'll be having several people
coming up to you, none of which would have gone through a background
check, approaching you an a daily basis?"

"Yeah."

"And you're serious about this?"

"Yeah. Are you trying to say that it won't work?"

"I think what he is trying to say," Bobbie broke in, "is that this is
going to be a nightmare for any agent involved."

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Attempting to read the papers that Sam dropped off for him earlier,
Josh was getting very frustrated.

"DONNA!"

A few seconds later, Donna came running into Josh's office. "Yes?"

"Come here. What does this say? I can't read it."

"Let me see, maybe matutinal, or mutational."

"And what does that mean? And what about this word, here? Can you
make it out? Oh never mind, I'm just going to go to Toby and have
him decipher his writing for me. I'll be back."

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Minutes later, Josh showed up at Toby's door, knocking, with no
response, so he decided to just open it and see if Toby was in.

"Did I say you could come in?"

"No."

"Then why did you come in?"

"I can't read your hand-writing, I need you to decipher it for me."

"So when did I say you could come in?"

"You didn't, I'm sorry. It's just that I would really like to get
this stuff done, and I need your help to do it."

"What can't you read?" Toby asked as Josh handed him the folder.

"Right here, what's this word, and this one over here…." Josh
began to point out words all over the page.

"Would you like me to tell them to you, re-write them for you, or
email them to you?"

"You should probably email them to me, that way I can read them."

"Would you like definitions while I'm at it?"

"Nope, just as long as I can read the word, I can look it up myself."

"Which words again?" Toby asked with a pained expression.