In the SitRoom, the air was cold and smelled of stale coffee. President Dalton looked tired. "Elizabeth. Tell me I don’t have to sink a Russian ship today."
Elizabeth took a long sip and leaned against the counter, the weight of the day finally lifting. "Still turning. For today, anyway." Madam Secretary - Season 4
The digital clock on Elizabeth McCord’s bedside table read 3:14 AM when her secure phone began its insistent, rhythmic chirp. Beside her, Henry groaned and pulled a pillow over his head—a practiced move after years of being married to the Secretary of State. In the SitRoom, the air was cold and smelled of stale coffee
Elizabeth returned home late that evening to find Henry in the kitchen, two glasses of wine already poured. The house was quiet for once; the kids were out or asleep. "World still turning?" Henry asked, handing her a glass. Tell me I don’t have to sink a Russian ship today
"Just a minor tectonic shift in the world order, babe," Elizabeth whispered, already reaching for her glasses. It was Blake.
"Bess, if that’s the end of the world, tell them we’re busy," he mumbled.