Flare
“The President wants to meet you,” Jack said when Tony picked up the phone.
“Say what?” Tony asked. He sounded very confused and distracted. Jack could hear the sounds of his lover typing on a keyboard and he held his peace as the sounds got more intense before they cut off. “Okay. My report is officially finished. What did you just say?”
Jack smirked and repeated himself. “The President wants to meet you.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought you said,” Tony said with a sigh.