Gayla 🎀

(y/n): your name

Italics: your thoughts

And big letters are for me! (author note)

Feel free to gay panic in the comments (hey Monica) cuz if I'm going down I'm not going alone lmaooo <3

You're a student trying to figure out what to do with your life. You're interested in art but you don't know where to direct to after a few years of studies so you're on a break. Your uncle is himself an artist and he knows a lot of important people. Tonight he's hosting a charity event for several associations helping people, animals, students... and he requested your help with the event. Indeed you're a pretty eloquent and charming woman. Plus you're interest in art history makes you the perfect candidate to greet and educate people. A few days ago, you selected a very fancy dress for the occasion and you're getting ready hours before the event, rehearsing your introduction with your friend. They're currently helping you with your hair as you learn the paintings info on your phone. "From the Renaissance, blah blah blah... price is 20 000$ damn they didn't hold back with it!" Your friend Sasha laughs, glancing at your phone curiously. "It's some valuable shit after all, only rich people will be here right? It may be time to find a wealthy girl (y/n)." They tease you with a small tug at a piece of your hair. "Hey! You're actually right, I'll be on the lookout for a hot sugar mommy."

You reply playfully as they laugh. "That's the spirit! I'll cheer you up from backstage."

Indeed Sasha will be here too, only they're taking care of the hidden organization and the smooth running of the evening. After a little while, you're both ready and slide in your outfits. You put on the expensive dress clinging to your skin and accentuating your figure and think to yourself you're looking too great to not flirt, even if it's not your main purpose tonight. You join the huge room that will welcome the gala and your eyes light up as you see the paintings and different art projects you studied. Sasha says good luck to you and leaves to go prepare as you introduce yourself to the others people who will greet the guests. You're in the middle of a conversation when you suddenly feel an arm around your shoulder. You turn, ready to start a fight, but notice it's your uncle so you just smile brightly at him. "My god uncle! I was about to throw a punch!" He laughs and pats your shoulder as he pulls away. "Guess I got lucky then! Wouldn't want a black eye right before the event!" He looks at you and nods his head in acknowledgment. "You look amazing! I was right to ask you to come tonight, and thank you for accepting by the way. It's a bit cliché but we need charming women for that kind of event."

"I see your point. But as you said I'm also here to meet influential people in the domain I'm interested in so thanks to you for that opportunity as well!" He agrees and squeezes your shoulder again. "Exactly, enjoy it to make connections. You might meet some interesting people tonight! Anyway I have to go now, the first guests are about to arrive." You nod and watch him go, your uncle is a very bright and funny human being and it's always pleasant to see him. You repeat everything you know in your mind before the first people arrive at the event. You join the entrance to greet the first guests and start talking to some of them to explain them about the art and associations. After a while, already a lot of pieces are bought and you talked to a lot of artists and patrons until you notice some commotion at the entrance. You look and notice several bodyguards, thinking to yourself it must be someone very important. "You'll never believe who it is (y/n)!" You recognize Sasha's voice and glance at them, they have a classy black outfit with headphones to probably stay linked with the other people here. "And I bet you know already, shoot, who is it?" You ask as you look back and finally see the crowd parting a little.

(CHECK THE DRESS POW POW💥

Btw the husband is not with her dw 💀)

"It's Kamala Harris!" You freeze as you see her in the entrance, she's greeting people and smiling with her usual warmth. "Wow, I didn't know she'll be here tonight! She looks fantastic..." Your eyes stay locked on Kamala as Sasha looks at you then her then you before to finally nudge your side. "Go greet her!" "What?! No she's the President, I wouldn't know what to say!" They roll their eyes. "No I meant, go do your job!" You hum of realization but hesitate then you see your uncle in the distance doing huge hand sighs as to tell you to go for it. "See? Even him knows you're the most qualified to greet her, go!" They say as they push you towards the entrance. You sigh to keep your composure and walk graciously towards Kamala, trying to calm your heartbeat that is only growing faster and faster. As you approach, the president's eyes shift to you, roaming curiously on your dress and appearance as she acknowledges the effort. Her dark eyes almost send shivers down your spine as you stop in front of her and introduce yourself. "Good evening Madam President. It's such a pleasant surprise to see you! We didn't think you'd be able to make it considering your rally earlier today."

She glances at you, slightly surprised by the charming and polite way in which you speak. "Good evening to you, Miss...? Forgive me, I'm awful with names. I'm afraid the rally went on for longer than expected, but I'd never miss one of my favorite charities." You give her an acknowledging nod. "We're very grateful that you took time to attend Madam President. I'm (y/n), I'd be very glad to lead you through the exhibit if you're interested." You say politely as you successfully contain your nerves around her. "It's a pleasure to meet you (y/n), I'd love to." She starts walking with you, glancing at the sculptures the charity put on display. You take a moment to collect yourself around her. Come on, she's just a woman... You notice her gaze and stop in front of the sculptures. "We have here some copies of the most loved sculptures, a lot of them got sold already. It's a pretty original decoration piece. You probably recognized "David" from Michelangelo, it's a most smaller version than the one exposed in Italy." "Oh of course!" She says, her eyes immediately landing on the famous statue. "Such a classic piece. Though my favorite would have to be the Venus of Milo, I've always admired the way it expresses feminine beauty so well."

"Oh yes absolutely, the beauty standards for women at the time are captured in such an interesting way. Her curves are an amazing representation and acknowledgment of what makes a woman truly fascinating." You reply, getting a bit passionate when talking about women. "Mhm, I completely agree. I admire your knowledge of the female figure, not many people speak about us in such a poetic way." She says, listening to you with her undivided attention and her full interest. You feel your cheeks starting to blush but keep your composure as you reply casually. "After working for so long in art history I have to say I'm a big lover of the women representation throughout the years and movements." She watches as you blush, finding the way it compliments your features quite charming. "I can see that, it's so unusual to find someone so passionate about the female form. Art history... Is that what you studied?" "Yes, I did for a few years." You brush off quickly, thinking she's asking for politeness. Her interest is piqued. She's impressed with your intellect and curious about your backstory. "For a few years? So what made you quit then?"

You try to make it quick, not wanting to annoy her with your life. "I was a bit confused about what to do next in my life so I took a little break to try and figure it out." She could sense there is more that you're not saying, but she doesn't want to push you. "By the way you're speaking, I assume you didn't take only a few weeks off, right?" "Yes you're right, sometimes taking a step back is very helpful so I took a year off. That way I can still go back where I left off in my studies if I want to." You explain, opening up to her as you realize she's genuinely interested. She smiles encouragingly in a way that makes you want to keep talking to her. "You're smart, to take a year and see where you want to go instead of making hasty decisions." She says, admiring your intelligence. "I'm assuming you've been helping charities and non-profits since?" "Well actually it's my first, my uncle is hosting it and asked for my help. I've been doing some internships to separate what interests me and what doesn't." You say with a little smile, appreciating her attention. She smiles back, enjoying your warm and charming presence.

"Your first? You're doing a wonderful job, I'm impressed, you're good with people. You don't seem nervous at all around all these influential and wealthy guests. Can't say the same for the other hosts." You reply jokingly with a little wink. "That's why I hurried to greet you, that way you don't realize how much of a disaster it actually is!" She laughs in her usual bright tone, loving your humor. "Ah yes of course, very smart. Well you had me fooled, you're clearly the most charming of all the hosts. A natural." "Natural with a lot of preparation and makeup." You add playfully as you unconsciously push your hair behind your shoulders. She watches your little gesture instinctively. "Don't mention makeup, you're gorgeous on your own." "Thank you! I have to say you're looking wonderful as well, it's quite rare to see you in such an attire." You say as you admire her dress for a moment before your eyes go back to her eyes as you take in her features up close. She glances down, looking at the elegant dress she's wearing. "Ah yes, I have to admit I don't usually wear dresses this expensive, they're a bit too impractical for my everyday life." She looks back up at you, her gaze lingering on your face for a moment. "How observant of you to notice."

"Of course, no one could've missed it! Allow me to make a guess... Yves Saint Laurent?" You say after staring at the fabric a bit more.

She smirks, very impressed by the accuracy of your guess. "You have a good eye, it is a Saint Laurent. You're not just knowledgeable in history and women, you know your fashion brands too." You grin and speak lowly in a kind of secretive way. "Oh it's not so surprising, fashion is the perfect mix of women and art!" She chuckles, appreciating your company. "It is indeed. You have a way of making everything sound interesting don't you?" "Thank you so much Madam President, it means a lot coming from you." You say and hesitate to add something but eventually say it anyway. "And while we're at it, I wanted to thank you for being such an inspiration for women. It's truly refreshing having someone so smart and... captivating as a leader." She smiles warmly, taken by surprise by the sincerity of your compliment. "Oh, thank you. That's very high praise from the knowledgeable, beautiful woman that you are. I'm just trying to do my best not just for women but for everyone. Though in the end we're still fighting a long battle." She says with a hint of weariness.

"We are unfortunately but didn't you say hard work is good work?" She looks up at you, admiring your bright, charismatic smile and your witty nature. "I did say that, didn't I? You're a little too good at getting my words to use against me." "It's just for motivational purposes I swear!" You reply playfully.

As usual, she laughs with pure joy at your comment. "Mhm, I'm sure it is. You're quite the smooth talker you know?" You giggle at that and take a second to look at her, getting a bit lost in your observation. The president's thoughts start wondering and she ponders on a way to bring a new subject casually. "You know, I love a clever mind such as yours. I could use someone bright like you to help me on a few more matters." "Really? I'd love to offer my knowledge if it's helpful." You offer, thinking she needs a favor or advice. She grins, surprised at how easy it was to bring it up. Kamala glances around to make sure no one's listening. "Actually, could I speak to you in a more private area?" You look around too, making sure your uncle is busy before to nod. "Sure, come with me." You instinctively grab her hand but let go almost immediately. "Oh sorry!"

She's a little surprised by the way you grab her hand at first, but then amused by your awkward reaction. "It's alright dear, lead the way." You lead her towards a little room with boxes and papers and keep the door open for her and her bodyguards, wondering if they'll come with you. As she steps into the room, she glances back at her security, silently signaling that she's fine and needs some privacy. They nod and wait outside as she turns back to you. "You're very kind dear, thank you." You nod and reach for a chair for her. "Of course, do you want to sit Madam President?" She shakes her head and leans back on the table instead, watching your movements. "Oh no it's fine, don't worry dear. I need to ask you something. First, how old are you if you don't mind me asking?" You nod and stand in front of her, a bit more intimidated now that you're alone with her. "I look a bit older but I'm 24." (Optional age, pick your own if it's legal lmao) She thinks for a moment before speaking again. "You're so mature and smart for your age, I'm impressed." You prevent yourself from giggling stupidly at her comment and let her continue, noticing she's not done.

"So, I'm in need of a private assistant. Someone smart, good with people and... attractive. Now, it's going to be a very demanding job, but well paying and you'll get a lot of access and perks you wouldn't have if it was with any other political figure." She takes a breath and glances up at you. "Do I have your full attention?" "Yes definitely." You say as your eyes light up with interest. "What would I have to do?" You ask even if your mind is stuck on the fact she said you are attractive. "You'll have to make sure to keep my agenda in check, organize my meetings and make sure I'm where I need to be at the right time." She takes a small pause, studying your reaction and body language. "You'll have to deal with a lot of influential and important people, keep up appearances and be at my side. Basically you'll have to be good at everything at once." You think for a moment, considering the proposition and how you could use you skills for it. "It sounds like things I could do indeed but to be completely honest, I don't know if I'm qualified enough for such an important position." You say sincerely. She glances at you, admiring your modesty but seeing through it.

"You're too humble. Your resume and academic path already shows you have a good base to be the perfect assistant. Plus I value other traits that I've only seen in you." She gets closer and places her hands softly on each of your shoulders. "The problem that a lot of assistants have is that they're not... how to say it... loyal. They're either too greedy or they don't care about the job enough." You feel your heart pounding faster against your chest as she touches you and you nod as you look right into her eyes. Your pupils shining due to the darkness of the room. "Well I take things seriously when I engage plus since I have a year off, I could help you for a while." She smiles, satisfied, and slowly runs one hand gently up from your shoulder to the side of your neck to lift your chin up. "You're so sure of yourself, I like that." You let a silence before to suggest. "So does it mean..?" You don't finish your sentence, letting her tell you at her pace. Her fingers linger on your chin for a moment as a smirk starts to form on her lips. "Yes dear, I meant what I said, I want you to be my new private assistant." You smile warmly at her and nod. "Wow thank you Madam President, I'll do my best to satisfy you."

She grins at your enthusiasm, enjoying your choice of words. "We'll see if you do dear, I can be a pretty demanding boss. And you'll have to call me Kamala, "Madam President" is too official for every day stuff." "Sure Kamala, I can do that." You reply, smiling before a bodyguard knocks on the door. "Madam President, we should go to not be late at tomorrow's meeting." She sighs, looking away from you for a moment to look over her shoulder at the bodyguard. "I'm coming. Thank you." She looks back at you, her hand sliding gently off your chin. "We'll have to discuss the terms of your position in more details another time. For now... be a dear and give me your number." You nod and quickly write down your number on a paper and hand it to her. She smiles and grabs it, looking at the number before putting the paper in the pocket of her dress. "Perfect. I'll contact you and we'll arrange a meeting soon." She takes a step closer and leans in a little closer to you, letting her voice drop to a lower tone. "You have no idea how glad I am to have met you tonight. You're a rare gem."

You smile as you look into her eyes. "Likewise, my uncle was right about making interesting meetings tonight... Anyway, have a good evening Kamala." She laughs, amused by your uncle's comment then takes a step back. "Good evening to you too dear. Have a nice event." She gives you one last glance before turning around to leave the room. You let a heavy sigh once she's gone, only now realizing what happened. You stay still and silent in the room for a moment as you notice you didn't even think before to accept her offer. It's a nice opportunity and an interesting change for your gap year but you're still in disbelief. "What just happened..?" You whisper to yourself before to gather yourself and come back to the main room, hoping to catch Sasha to explain them what just occurred.

Of course I had to write a Kamala book, I mean look at her! 🎀

I'll try to post often but I'm working lmao so I can't promise anything but I'll do my best for y'all 🫶🏼

-Djedje <3