Flash Marriage: Shrewd Wife, Devious Husband -
Chapter 254: Her Work
Chapter 254: Her Work
Tony took oath to the office and the family moved to the White House. Maybe she loved her home back in Olive Groove more, Marcella didn’t feel like home there.
She had reverence toward that place. It was a place with great history and so many great people who formed the nation lived there. That was probably the reason she felt uneasy being there. They were the greats who contributed enormously to the nation. She was not eligible to stand there.
She was offered a chance to renovate the living area. She made sure it resembled their home. Tony, however, was as happy as a child and brought her everywhere while dropping history tidbits for her to enjoy.
This is where this president did this... Once when he was president, he did... In this garden...
Marcella was awed by Tony’s history knowledge. She thought after becoming President, Tony’s workload would increase, but he spent a lot of time with the family.
Everything ran smoothly. There were hiccups here and there; there were natural calamities that needed attention and other issues, but Tony handled it all well. He had a group of smart people around him who he trusted and with their help, the administration ran smoothly.
Marcella continued with her charities and helped anyone who needed it. After becoming the first lady, she had more access to certain benefits. She started a new foundation for young boys who were affiliated with gangs.
She grew up with men who chose violence to be their career and heard their stories a thousand times. She didn’t think anyone would stay in that life if they had a chance. Her heart went for those guys who became gangsters because they lacked proper guidance.
She also urged her administration to crack down on gang violence, especially drugs. Most problems are caused by drugs. She knew the importance of a drug-free society. Of course, she knew it was not possible. The government could if it wanted to, but the government was not a monolith. The government consisted of many individuals; some of them were morally corrupt and had power.
But she did what she could do the best.
She would visit the areas with rough gangsters. Her security officers would sweat bullets whenever she said she wanted to visit them. They thought her life would be in danger or that she wouldn’t be able to handle those disrespectful men.
But wherever she went, she was respected. Some youngsters with their young blood would call her names, but she would go and talk to them. A few minutes later, they all would silently sit beside her and listen to her talk.
They called her the "Mafia Whisperer" as she had her way with those men.
Marcella didn’t find it that surprising. She grew up with men like that. She knew their ways. They are humans like everyone else, except for the path they chose made them behave closer to beasts. Kind and understanding words would reach even hardened hearts.
She also found interest in visiting prisons and talking to the convicts there enabling them to find a proper means for them to survive in the outside world once their sentence was over. She connected them with charities that helped ex-convicts get jobs and not return to their past lives. Everyone needs redemption and society should accept those who have truly reformed.
Her children grew up extremely well. They didn’t cause her any major troubles. As they went through puberty, there were some troubles here and there, but Tony handled them pretty well. She had no worries about her family.
They were all happy and healthy which was all she wanted.
The first term of Tony’s presidency was reaching an end and the next election approached.
Marcella was invited to a talk show. The host was famous. She wanted Marcella on her show for a long time but Marcella waited until the election season to accept her offer. She never wanted fame but she needed to do certain things for her husband’s sake. She enjoyed giving him a helping hand here and there.
When she entered, security opened the door for her. Marcella noticed a gang tattoo on his forearm. He also had a prison tattoo on his neck. He must have been an ex-convict.
"I don’t know if you remember me, Mrs. Crawford. I’ve met you in the state penitentiary two years ago. You connected me with the charity and now I am living an honest life. My daughter is proud of me..." he said, with his eyes misted.
Marcella shook his hand and patted his shoulder. "Make her prouder, Mr. Horatio," she smiled. He wanted to take a picture with her and Marcella agreed.
She loved it when random people came and talked to her like this. She would get motivated to continue her work hearing such testimonies.
She was proud of the work she did as it brought change to many individuals and in turn an entire family.
When Marcella entered the set, she was welcomed by thunderous applause from the live audience. She didn’t think she would get such a loud welcome as that of a celebrity, but maybe she was a celebrity in their mind. People still cared about what she wore and wanted to have her autograph.
She joked to Tony once to ask whoever was in charge of the Hollywood Walk of Fame to honor her with a star so people could take pictures. Tony almost took the effort before she stopped it.
She didn’t consider herself a celebrity. If she was a celebrity, every mother in the country was also one.
The host Everly welcomed Marcella with a hug.
"Wow! You’re tall," she said looking up at Marcella. "I mean... I knew you were tall but not this tall..."
Marcella laughed. She was wearing heels and that made her a little more than six feet tall. "Yeah, my husband is tall," she said.
She was used to wearing heels but standing beside Tony she would still be shorter and people always assumed that she was short.
"Very tall," Everly laughed. "And... very handsome!"
The audience erupted with laughter and the whole set was filled with applause.
"He is... He is..." Marcella smiled and took her seat.
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