<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">We have a bigger problem.</span><br/><br/>"Who're you messaging?" He glanced up at Todd, wishing to be rid of his presence. The man was becoming nothing but a nuisance. "It's her again, isn't it. You text her<em>more than your wife.</em>"<br/><br/>"She's much more vital to the campaign than my wife is, that's for certain." It was a clever deflection, but Mark had a feeling it wasn't going to work this time. "She's doing a damn fine job. I'm glad to see her promotion is working out."<br/><br/>"Why are you still managing her directly...?" There was an undeniable look of skepticism on Todd's face. Neither of them were going to like where the conversation was going at this rate. "When you promoted her, you said she'd be my responsibility."<br/><br/>"Well, I didn't... Anticipate, how useful she'd be."<br/><br/>"You're fucking her."<br/><br/><em>Shit.</em>"...<em>excuse</em>me?"<br/><br/>"I'm not stupid, so don't treat me like I am. Maybe a little old fashioned, but not stupid." Todd let out a sigh and shook his head, "I know your marriage is a sham. I know that wife's bodyguard does more than<em>guard</em>her body. And I know Corinne isn't just your coworker -- but I also don't care."<br/><br/>"I--"<br/><br/>"Shut up, Marcus. Just listen." The lecture was getting tiring, but for once he found himself in a powerless place. Compliance was the only option. "Don't deny it. Don't confirm it. I don't want to know the truth. I've worked with Gingrich for Christ's sake -- I know the drill. Just know this:" Todd glared at Marcus, making his serious tone well known, "You'd better not get caught if you want to keep your career in politics."<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">Two bigger problems.</span>