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Forks in the Road

She admitted to herself, and only herself, that she was in love with Danny. She'd been in love with him even while she was sleeping with Toby on the campaign trail, she'd been in love with him while he told her to forget the conflict of interest, and she'd been in love with him while she was kissing Simon, sleeping with Ben and Tommy, and while Toby had taken her back into his arms. And she knew that it was time to move on, when Toby had sat there and told her that he'd been in love with her while still persuing Andi. She felt like a character in a sub-standard romance, letting her heart pine for one man and one man only, but she was in love with him. He made her laugh, he made her think, and the one night they'd actually been able to spend together, he'd made her cry in passion. She loved him, and now it was time to admit it and move on. Toby was her soul mate, but she wasn't bound to love him.

Forks in the Road Chapter One: The Fog RATING: MATURE
If she was able to collapse, she would. But she couldn't and running a country that was falling to pieces at light speed was more than a little difficult. So, CJ just settled at her desk with the Diet Coke that Margaret knew she needed and tried to shake the nagging voice of her doctor, reminding her to take it easy for a while. She never had time to take it easy. The investigation continued, Kazakhstan and China were facing off, and the first of many memos that demanded her signature was waiting. So, she started, signing her name over and over again until the very look seemed foreign.

Forks in the Road Chapter Two: She Wanted to Say I Love You RATING: MATURE
She always wanted to tell him she loved him. It wasn't easy to watch Danny walk out the door. She always pretended it was, teased him about the kiss and stroked his beard before sending him on his way. He'd give her that half smile and she knew that he'd be back, because he knew that she felt just as strongly as he did. They couldn't be together, their jobs just couldn't allow it, but that didn't stop her from feeling the way she did.

Forks in the Road Chapter Three: Transition Coming April 2007
Preview: Today the words, “this is Margaret, I’ve opened the Chief of Staff’s office, it is six-twenty-three” struck her with a force so deliberate her knees gave out and she collapsed onto her couch, wincing at the pain in her hips. Until this moment, she’d always heard those words spoken for Leo. Suddenly, she understood, they were for her. She felt small, lost, a little girl playing in her father’s office and pretending at his desk. The call sheets were hers to color on, the phone hers to break, the black box nothing but a fun distraction to tell her where Daddy’s friends were playing. But those words Margaret spoke, they were for her. Two months to go, and it was her life, her job, she could no longer play at her father’s feet. An orange post-it pad caught her attention, left over she figured from last night when she’d been marking the call sheet – had she used crayon – and with shaking hands and in black sharpie marker, still feeling like the kid playing in her father’s desk, she wrote out four simple letters, “WWLD?” By the time Margaret pushed her door open the rest of the way – holding a fresh cup of Starbucks and half a bagel, the orange post it was taped to the inside of her desk drawer.

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