Wanting a Pizza

"Amy, you made it clear when you first came into office that you didn't want us ordering pizzas for you. You didn't like them, that's what you told us."

Not like pizza? Why, if it wasn't for having to satisfy annoyances such as nutrition, you'd quite happily live on pizzas.

Obviously your reaction to that was quite evident on your face. "Amy, are you feeling okay?" one asks.

"I am fine," you tell them. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got work to be getting on with." You try to exude an air of authority without totally convincing yourself. And if you're not convincing yourself... You shake that thought and walk through the doorway into the - your, you correct yourself - office. The two bodyguards take up their positions on either side of the door. Any confidence you now had would be shaken if you knew that they were harbouring suspicions about what they consider to be your strange behaviour.

1. Sitting behind the desk it hits you. You're the United States of America's first woman president.
2. You have a look at the paperwork arrayed on your desk.

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