"Well... No one can fault you for having interesting ideas." And with that, their conversation came to a simple crushing end. He had no intention of bringing up the Rachel Maddow interview again and his other advisers certainly wouldn't press the question.<br/><br/>The rest of the drive would be agony for her. She'd sit there in silence as the others talk without her, leaving her in the dust. He didn't like knowing that she was probably feeling completely alone in the presence of five older men who never seemed to respect her ideas. Some of them had even openly ridiculed the notion of having a social media manager, but he was less traditional than they were by a large margin.<br/><br/>Marcus got where he was through bucking expectations, and he hoped to find his way into the oval office some day through similar means, but at the ripe young age of 32 he was still one term off of eligibility and several from viability.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>"Come to my office, I want to talk to you." In a strange twisted, he opened the door for her. She looked as if she wanted to slink away. "Before it starts to rain, please?"