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love in the time of PTA meetings {marcus moreno} - 1/5

summary: despite what pinterest shows, being in a parent in the twenty first century is hard; especially a single parent. your kid takes up your entire life and the idea of finding a fairy tale is laughable - that is until you finally attend a p.t.a meeting and cross paths with a certain marcus moreno. {series masterlist}

warnings: i do not have children. i don’t know children work. this written entirely what i have seen them do in the sims 4. also, swearing.

- jazz

Leaving work early was never a good look.

Leaving work early because your child had managed to set fire to a trash can was...well, it was something else entirely.

After rushing out of a very important meeting and parking your car in a did-you-park-it-or-crash-it manner, you were sprinting across the play ground and towards the front entrance. Having given up half way through, you’d kicked your stupidly high heels off and held them in one hand, trying to organise your slightly disheveled hair as you entered the building. Most parents might have been nervous to collect their kid after a call from the principle, but this was a regular Tuesday for you. Jack was a good kid, perhaps just a little...misguided. In your books, it was impressive that a five year old had managed to discover pyrotechnics, though you sensed the school might have been a little less lenient about it.

‘Hey!’ You greeted the principle with a smile as you breezed through the doors.

Jack was in a chair by the front desk, a gleeful look on his face when he saw you. As far as he knew or cared, he got to go home early and watch Paw Patrol for the rest of the day.

‘Afternoon.’ He replied. ‘You’re lucky it was only a phone call.’

‘I know, I know.’ You grumbled. ‘I’m sorry. He’s...adventurous-’

‘ - he singed off his class mate’s eyebrows!’ The principle cut you off. ‘Given Monday’s biting incident, I see it fit that Jack take the rest of the week off.’

‘Right.’ You sighed. ‘Thank you. And sorry again.’

‘I’ll email you a list of...behavioural specialists.’ He muttered.

‘There’s nothing wrong with my kid. He’s just...curious.’ You insisted. ‘C’mon, buddy. Let’s go home.’

Jack sprung up from the chair, taking your hand in his and skipping out the door beside you. Parenting had been hard enough when you’d been married, and even harder now that his dad was out of the picture. It meant that everything fell on your shoulders; school runs, packed lunches, earning money, staying sane. You barely found the time to sleep, let alone go to soccer matches or take him to extra curricular activities. It meant that the stay-at-home mums - the ones who drove minivans and had specified walking shoes and shared memes about parenting on Facebook - muttered about you.

I heard Jack’s mum couldn’t make it to the parent-teacher association meeting because there was a divorce hearing.

Look at the kid’s lunch! Oh the saturated fat, the horror!

What do you MEAN your five year old isn’t vegan?!

Frankly, you wanted to whack them over the head with their own damn vision boards. So what if your kid was a little rough around the edges? He’d discovered fire today! If it had been in the stone ages, that would have been impressive. The kind of thing that would have earned him a McDonald’s, had the fast food chain been around at the dawn of time. With the way things were going, paired with the fact you knew your fridge was empty, it looked like you were heading for a Happy Meal anyway.

‘So do I get all week off?’ Jack peered up at you, tugging on your arm.

‘Yup, all week.’ You sighed. ‘But it’s not a reward, okay? It’s...’

You stopped in your tracks when you saw Marcus Moreno’s car pull up in the lot. Naturally, it was expensive and electric and perfectly between the white lines. He gave your less-than-stellar parking a frown as he breezed by - not that you noticed. Frankly, you were too busy admiring him. You saw his face more on the news than you did in person, but he was beautiful. Talk, dark, handsome and mysterious, but also...friendly and approachable. He’d held the door open for you once two years ago and that had been it for you. There had been whispers about the fact he was a widow, though you’d tried not to pay attention to them. It wasn’t anyone’s damn business. You knew he was a good dad; you’d had the chance to meet Missy when Jack had got his head stuck between the playground fence and she’d helped pull him out. She was sweet and well-behaved and clearly well brought up. Could you say the same for your own kid? Eh, parenting was all trial and error.

‘It’s what?’ Your son’s voice dragged you back to reality. ‘Am in trouble?’

‘What?!’ You jumped at the question. ‘No, I just...’

‘Because Principle Eikner said I’d done something bad.’

A small sigh escaped your mouth; placing his backpack on the ground, you knelt down to his height, gently placing your hands on his shoulder. ‘You haven’t done anything wrong, little man. We're just gonna take a few days out to talk about the rules and what it means to do the right thing, okay?’

‘Dad always said not to listen to the rules.’

‘Your dad said a lot of things.’ You reminded him. You stood back up, offering your hand to him. ‘Let’s go home.’

After a few minutes of bartering and the promise of a McDonald’s, you finally made your way back to the car, now with Jack attached to your back. If giving him a piggy back ride meant getting home quicker, it was a price you were willing to pay, especially since the other mums were starting to arrive to pick up their kids. The parking lot was slowly filling up with minivans - compared to your decade-old Honda Civic. It had seen better days, and one too many run ins with other cars and parking lot bollards. Still, it got the job done.

‘Oh, I’m so glad to see you!’ You froze in your tracks again. This time, it wasn’t because of Marcus Moreno’s otherworldly presence, but rather due to the sound of the resident soccer mum.

‘Carol.’ You turned around to face her (slowly, given the five year old on your back) with a forced smile on your face. ‘Hi.’

‘I take it you’re here for the parent-teacher’s association meeting?’ She gave you a phoney grin, handing you a leaflet. ‘I know you couldn’t make the last one, because of your...d-i-v-o-r-c-e hearings.’

‘I can spell!’ Jack chirped from behind you.

‘It’s okay, buddy.’ You reached up to ruffle his hair, smile not faltering. ‘But yeah, you’re right. And what about it?’

‘Nothing.’ Carol quickly shook her head. ‘So you are coming to this one? It starts in ten minutes.’

Truth be told, you’d no idea there was even a meeting tonight. You usually ignored the damn things until the news letter came out, and then you could read it from the comfort of your sofa with a glass of wine. There was nothing you stopping going tonight, aside from your intense hatred for them.

‘I wanna get home and watch South Park!’ Jack chirped from behind you.

‘I don’t - I mean...I don’t let my five year old watch South Park.’ You said. ‘He walked in on me watching it one time and...point is, yes, I’m here for the meeting!’

‘No, you’re not-’

‘- Jack, just sssh!’

Carol blinked in surprise, but her phoney smile returned a moment later. ‘Excellent! I’ll see you inside.’

You inwardly groaned. Why had you just done that? You fucking despised sitting in a stuffy gym for the better part of an hour, listening to the perfect mums bang on about healthy eating and limiting their kids’ internet time. You already questioned your parenting skills as it was - the meetings only made it worst. You didn’t assimilate into that crowd; they were all married, with big houses out in the ‘burbs and bank accounts that could cover their kids ever-expanding interests and activities. Meanwhile, you were living on one wage and your two-bedroom apartment had a balcony, not a back garden. If Jack wanted to go on a field trip, you usually had to save up for months. You didn’t know if you envied the other mums’ lives, but you certainly weren’t jealous of how they viewed working mums and single parents.

‘That lady is mean.’ Jack murmured from your shoulders.

‘Yeah buddy, I know.’ You nodded. ‘Guess we’re going back to school.’

Lugging the kid and his bag back up the school yard and towards the building was exhausting - at least it was your work out for the week done. By the time you’d reached the gym and placed Jack back on the ground, your shoulders were aching and you were disappointed to see that the refreshments didn’t have any alcohol. Was it too late to sneak out? The fire exit was right there and-

‘- shame this thing doesn’t have any wine, huh?’ A man was stood next to you, arms folded across his chest as he stared at the luke-warm jug of coffee on the table ahead.

Tall, dark hair, stubble and with a faint hint of expensive aftershave you pretended not to notice? Hello, Marcus Moreno. Goodbye, ability to form coherent sentences.

You blinked in surprise. ‘Yeah. I could do with a glass. Or ten.’

‘So you hate these things too, huh?’ He smiled.

‘With a passion.’ You returned the gesture. ‘I’m only here because Carol and her Karen Committee kept muttering about me not being at the last one.’

‘Yeah, same here. I was attending an emergency meeting about nuclear arms in Vienna, but I guess this is more important.’

‘I was...’ in court, signing documents to end my marriage, ‘otherwise occupied too.’

Marcus nodded in understanding. ‘Kids alone are a full time job, huh? ‘Specially when you’re the only one who’s running around after them.’

He knew about your situation and in return, figured that you knew about his. He’d heard the whispers about the divorce and presumed that the loss of his wife had been subject to similar gossip. The environment amongst the parents was shockingly similar to high school and things got around pretty quickly. You both hated it, especially given the nature of both your circumstances; death and separation was not something other people should have been talking about. Especially when you all you wanted to do was mind your own business and raise your damn (chaotic) kid.

‘Yeah, tell me about it.’ You replied. ‘My kid is like...a baby crackhead, as well. He’s been sent home twice this week and it’s only Wednesday.’

‘Oh, Jack’s your kid?’

You let out a groan, holding your face in your hands. ‘Yeah. Famously so, apparently.’

‘No, it’s not a bad thing!’ Marcus chuckled, pulling your hands away. ‘He played a brilliant baby Jesus in the Nativity last year.’

‘Aside from when he bit one of the three wise men, yeah.’ You could feel your cheeks heating up. ‘Missy actually helped him once. She seems really...not at all like my child. Which is good.’

‘She told me about the fence incident.’ He nodded. ‘May I ask why he was shoving his head out of the school gates?’

‘He saw an interesting looking slug.’ You replied.

Your conversation was interrupted by Carol, who had now climbed up on stage. She tapped the microphone and cleared her throat, gesturing to everyone to sit down so that the meeting could start. You wanted to curse her. Whatever giddy conversation you were having with Marcus was a thousand times more interesting than the PTA. At least you could revel in the fact he didn’t want to be here either.

‘Shall we?’ Marcus gestured to two empty seats a few rows back.

‘I mean, it’s an aisle seat, which is good for a quick escape if Jack decides to be Jack,’ you nodded in agreement. ‘Hey kid, c’mon!’

Turning away from the other kids, Jack sprinted towards you, hurling himself into your lap as he sat down. You let out an oof! and a groan. He wasn’t as light as he used to be a toddler. He stayed still for a moment, tiny hands clasping yours, before he realised who you were sat next to. The kids’ impression of Marcus was not quite the same as yours - he’d only seen him on TV, with the likes of all the heroes. You couldn’t remember their names (but in your defence, they were kind of ridiculous).

‘Are you a superhero?’ He reached up, poking Marcus in the cheek.

‘Jack!’ You hissed. ‘You can’t-’

‘- yeah, buddy.’ Marcus ruffled his hair. ‘But it’s my day off today, so I’m doing all this boring stuff instead.’

‘Can you fly? Do you know Miracle Guy? Have you fought aliens? Do you have a super suit? Do you know Iron Man? Wait! Can I be a superhero?!’

‘No, yes, yes, no, no and maybe when you’re older.’ He counted the questions off on his fingers. ‘But for now we have to keep quiet for the meeting. That would make you a superhero.’

You wanted to marry Marcus Moreno.

Seriously, you wanted to marry him.

His little comment had kept Jack quiet the entire meeting. And it was a long fucking meeting indeed. The last time he’d shut up for that long was...probably before he learnt to talk. You loved he was full of curiosity and questions, but he didn’t always understand that there was a time and a place. At least now you knew what would shut him up.

‘How does Miracle Guy fly? Is Batman real? Are you rich? Do you know Wonder Woman? How does her lasso of truth work?’

‘Jack.’ You groaned.

You were walking out of the school now and down towards the car park. Missy was in tow, tapping away on her phone, whilst Jack trotted alongside you and Marcus. He’d been spewing questions at the poor man pretty much since the meeting had ended - and yet, he seemed happy to answer them. Excited, even. It was clear that he loved his job.

‘You gotta give Mr Moreno a break, little man.’ You said.

‘Hey, just Marcus is fine.’ He replied.

‘Hey Just Marcus, I’m dad.’ Missy chimed from beside you, not even looking up from her phone. It was...impressive, actually.

‘I already regret buying her that.’ Marcus murmured.

The two of you eventually reached your cars. The Civic was still terribly parked across two spaces - you were a good driver, you’d just been in a rush. The dents and scrapes all over the doors and bumper implied other wise but hey, we move. You had a thousand and one other things to save up before a new car. Putting down the deposit on a house - one you could actually own, maybe a little further out from the city - was your number one concern. Paying off your divorce attorney came after that.

‘It was nice to meet you properly.’ You pulled your keys out your back, tugging four empty packets of crisps and three bags of gummy worms with it.

‘I’m not done asking questions-’

‘- you gotta let Marcus go, JJ.’ You peered down at Jack. ‘Sorry. He’s a little obsessed with the Heroics, but I guess you’ve worked that one out.’

‘Can I visit your base?’ He continued, ignoring you.

Marcus knelt down to his height, a grin on his face. ‘I’ve got a free window tomorrow afternoon. You wanna come by? Your mum tells me you’re off school for the rest of the week.’

‘Really?’ You blinked in surprise. ‘I mean, I’m sure he would love that but I’m at work and he’s gotta go to my mum’s.’

Your mother also doubled up as your baby-sitter. In an ideal world, you would have been able to afford a professional, but this was very much the opposite of an ideal world. It was the real world, and you were constantly juggling a thousand things at once. Never in a million years would you have changed it but there were days when you wanted to cry. When it was 9PM and Jack suddenly chimed in that he had a science project due the next day, or when he refused to eat his dinner because his chicken nuggets weren’t shaped like dinosaurs and fed them to the dog.

Marcus looked, on the surface at least, like he had his shit together. He worked in a public facing job and he always looked put together. His car wasn’t covered in bumps and bruises and the inside probably wasn’t covered in yoghurt like yours. He seemed as though he got more than five hours sleep a night and his child was well-behaved.

‘I’m sure we can work something out.’ He said. ‘If you give me your number, I’ll give you a call.’

‘Uh, yeah! Of course.’ He’d asked for your number. No big deal.

You switched phones - naturally, his was much more high-tech than yours - and entered in your respective numbers. The whole thing made you admire Marcus even more; he didn’t have to have your tyrannical son over to his office, yet he offered to. He’d clearly seen how excited he’d gotten and it seemed like he’d found it endearing.

‘Are you okay?’ Marcus asked quietly, suddenly putting his hand on your shoulder. ‘You suddenly zoned out.’

‘Yeah, sorry.’ You rubbed your eyes. ‘I got about three hours sleep last night. I would blame it on the terrible twos but I guess it’s the...fucking awful fives?’

He quickly turned his attention to Jack, opening the car door for him. ‘You wanna hop in? I’m just gonna talk to your mom about you visiting, yeah?’

'There’s Cheetos in the centre console!’ You called after him.

Once Marcus had shut the door, he turned around to face you. There was silence for a minute, and he just kind of...stared at you. You couldn’t read his expression or quite figure it out, but he had an eyebrow quirked and a look of...concern? Sympathy?

‘I recognise that look. It’s the help! I’m suddenly a single parent to a five year old and it feels like the world is eating me alive look.’ He said. ‘It’s the exact same one I had six years ago. Missy was about Jack’s age when...when it became just me and her.’

You softly smiled. ‘It’s not been easy.’

‘You’re doing a good job, okay?’ He gave your shoulder a light squeeze. ‘And if you ever need him off your hands for a few hours, I’ll gladly give him a tour of our headquarters.’

‘Thank you. So much, for both of those things.’ Your eyes fell to the ground. ‘It’s a refreshing change from Carol and her Pinterest boards and half-assed invitations to potlucks.’

‘God, I can’t stand all that.’ Marcus chuckled.

‘I gotta get back now because I can see that Jack is about smush Cheetos over my break pedals but I’ll...’ you trailed off, forcing yourself to look at him and smile. ‘I’ll call you.’

‘I look forward to it.’

#marcus moreno x reader #marcus moreno imagine #marcus moreno x you #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character headcanons

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thestanceyg · 7 years

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Hello :) Thank you for doing this! Hopefully this is the right form (maybe?). It didn't take long for Darcy Lewis to understand that the heroes she lived with had severe allergies to take care of themselves. Of course, being a volunteer at the RC since forever, meant she ended up stitching their limbs, fixing them up (and oh my Thor, Tony you are not doing that!) them just so. many. times.

Part of what had made Darcy such a good intern for Jane was her ability to make an excellent pot of coffee, bake little poptart like pockets full of meat and potatoes, and her ability to save them a trip to the ER by doing stitches herself. Surprisingly enough, those same skills were what made her into a good “house mom” at Avengers Tower.

“Miss Lewis,” Pepper had said patiently when she had come to speak with the CEO at her request, “all I’m asking is that you basically expand your current skills to include other individuals. You will, of course, be compensated appropriately and have a budget for whatever you need.”

Darcy sat speechless in her chair. After a few beats, she found her voice. “I’m sorry, but all you’re asking is that I cook for and nag everyone like I already do with Jane?”

“I hear you’re also handy with stitches.”

Darcy couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up. “You want to pay me to be like a house mom to the fraternity of super people that live here?”

Pepper’s lips curled up. “Yes, you could say that.” She pulled out a folder and slid it across the desk to Darcy. “Here’s what we are offering, compensation wise, as well as our preliminary budget. As this position is incredibly new, we will be open to revising that pending your own reports on what is or is not necessary.”

Darcy opened the folder and closed it right away. “Are you sure that’s the right folder?”

“Yes Darcy.”

She gingerly opened the folder again and looked more carefully. For that kind of money she would do the entire job naked or covered head to toe in latex. She’d be a fool to say no. “Okay,” she said, looking up. “Why not?”

She soon would have a full list of why not.

*Tony. Just...Tony.

*Steve refused to go to medical. Yeah, sure, we get that you super heal or whatever, but some cuts still need stitches you absolute duck.

*Thor had some sort of weird Asgardian nutrition needs. (Or he was fucking with her. That was certainly a possibility.)

*Regardless of Thor’s nutrition needs, the entire team ate approximately 12 times the amount of food she made, no matter how much she made. They were always looking for more.

*Clint found out she could pop joints back into place in addition to do basic suturing, and had refused to go back to medical.

*Natasha would leave her recipes she wanted Darcy to make, which wouldn’t be bad if they didn’t appear in strange places in her apartment when she had been in there for the last hour and opened that drawer not 20 minutes ago and Jesus Nat! How did you get in and out without me knowing?!

*Bruce would need things and refuse to ask for them as to “not bother” her. His disappointed sigh when she didn’t guess right was in equal turns annoying and heartbreaking.

Darcy had had enough.

“Jarvis, I need you to tell every last one of my goons that they need to be in the common room in exactly one hour. Threaten as appropriate.”

“Of course Miss Lewis.”

Darcy sighed and set up the room. At five till Bruce wandered in, gave her a shy smile, and took a seat. At two till Steve strode in and sat after giving her a nod. Clint and Natasha materialized right on time. Thor arrived just one minute late. Which just left Tony.

“I can go get him,” Steve offered.

“Nope,” she said. “You go and then everyone else disappears too because Tony will take even longer if you try to pull him up here. Jarvis?”

“Yes Miss Lewis.”

“You know what to do.”

“Of course, Miss.”

Foun minutes later, Tony arrive covered in CO2. “You play nasty,” he grumbled in her direction.

“And I told you to be here in an hour,” she countered. She looked over the group. “Okay. I’ll keep this short, partly because you are all very busy, pertly because you have the attention span of gnats, and partly because I’m too mad at you to draw this out.” Several surprised eyes were suddenly locked on her. “Here’s the thing, taking care of things like feeding you and making sure you are healthy and happy is my job, and not in some sort of nebulous, I’m a mother hen sort of way. I literally get paid to do this. But you lot can’t seem to rea me in a professional matter. So, until you all can learn how to act like I’m a professional, things are going to go differently.” She handed folders to each person, her heels giving a satisfying click on the hardwood floor. “In this folder you will find the forms to fill out for things that you are requesting of me, along with the necessary procedure to follow to have your request considered. Additionally, there is a personal performance plan for each of you. Not a single one of you is without something to work on. You will see the currently unsuccessful behavior, as well as a plan to correct said behavior in small steps set to manageable timeframes. If you wish to discuss your performance plan, please send a meeting request to my email. Any questions?”

“Is this for real, Lewis?” Tony asked.

“Absolutely. You pay me entirely too much for me not to take this seriously. Now then. Grocery requests are due by the end of the day, please plan accordingly. You’re dismissed.”

Everyone wandered away in a bit of a haze, some flipping through their folders. Her phone chimed with an incoming message from Pepper.

I knew you were the right woman for the job.

Darcy smiled. She’d whip this group into shape. She owed it to her steadily growing bank account.

#darcy lewis #paranoidwino

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actutrends · 4 years

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How Warren bulldozed Hillary on the economy

After the conference, Warren sent out Clinton a list of people she wanted the project group to speak with on financial policy in order to widen their horizons beyond individuals like Robert Rubin and Michael Froman, high-ranking authorities in the Costs Clinton and Obama administrations who had likewise operated at Citigroup.

The list, recompiled by POLITICO based on the accounts of those involved, included a collection of sometimes unknown liberal academics and economic experts consisting of MIT’s Simon Johnson, UConn’s James Kwak, Columbia’s Joseph Stiglitz, Vanderbilt’s Ganesh Sitaraman (policy director for Warren’s 2012 project), University of Chicago’s Amir Sufi, U.C. Irvine’s Katie Porter and Vermont Law School’s Jennifer Taub.

The typical thread amongst the majority of the names: They had been critical of the Obama administration’s reaction to the monetary crisis, as Warren had.

That list, the contents of which have not been previously reported, was just the beginning of an extensive two-year project by Warren, her staff and outside allies to press, prod and shape the prospective Clinton administration– an effort that also included a casual blacklist of Clinton allies that Warren and outdoors partners would withstand if nominated for jobs in the Clinton administration, that included BlackRock Chairman Larry Fink and Facebook Chief Operating Officer Sheryl Sandberg.

The continuous interference in some cases frustrated and irritated the former secretary of State and her group.

” It was type of an annoyance to be considering her all the time,” remembered one Clinton transition official.

However Clinton’s team listened– knowledgeable about both Warren’s trustworthiness among progressives and her desire to utilize her bully pulpit to condemn members of her own celebration. Much more acutely, they felt the ever-present hazard that she ‘d toss her own hat into the ring.

” I believe if the outreach hadn’t been done then she may have felt obliged to run,” a Clinton authorities explained of their technique.

Warren’s initial list in 2014 and the taking place impact campaign over administration personnel, according to interviews with more than 20 people associated with the procedure, provides the clearest possible window into how Warren would staff her own administration– and just how dramatically a Warren administration’s financial group would leave from current Democratic administrations and those of her rivals such as former Vice President Joe Biden.

The two-year project to mold the would-be Hillary Clinton administration is also a case research study in Warren’s theory of power, an approach her aides and allies sometimes describe as the “inside-outside video game”– integrating difficult, frequently hyperbolic rhetoric to produce take advantage of with quieter, hands-on, person-to-person outreach.

As the Clinton transition group fielded concepts from senators in the last months of the campaign, Warren was dealt with as a “first amongst equates to,” according to a Clinton transition official. Warren’s chief of staff Dan Geldon and Clinton senior staffer Jake Sullivan were in close contact and satisfied consistently in the last months of the campaign. Warren was deep in the weeds on workers and pressed the Clinton transition group to employ her allies like Rohit Chopra, a veteran of the Consumer Financial Security Bureau.

With her mantra of “workers is policy,” she lobbied on the odd but crucial shift “landing groups” for economic policy– assisting install people on her list like Johnson and Porter to top positions. Clinton transition aides remember Bharat Ramamurti, a top Warren policy assistant now on her governmental project, periodically dropped into the workplace.

Warren likewise personally and persistently lobbied project chairman John Podesta, members of the transition group and Clinton herself. When Warren went to the project’s Brooklyn headquarters shortly after backing Clinton in 2016, she demanded a separate meeting with the campaign’s policy group.

” There were the do’s and the don’t’s– do [hire] this person and do not with this individual,” recalled Podesta of their conversations in the fall of2016 “She was more fired up about the do not’s than the do’s.” Podesta would not name names however said: “If you operated at the Obama Treasury Department or the SEC then you were most likely in difficulty.”

Before becoming Facebook COO, Sandberg had been Summers’ chief of staff when he was Treasury secretary during the Clinton administration.

” She wasn’t making recs on who the secretary of Defense must be,” Podesta included. “It was all concentrated on Treasury, monetary regulators which cluster of agencies.”

” She was the pushiest and most engaged outside individual that I can believe of in terms of telling us to work with individuals, pressing us to work with individuals,” one Clinton shift authorities said.

Warren 2016?

Clinton’s group was best to think that Warren was reevaluating a 2016 run. As “Draft Warren” efforts ended up being louder and more organized in late 2014 and early 2015, Warren openly brushed them off however independently asked her other half, Bruce Mann, what he thought.

Mann gave a careful spousal reply: “I desire you to do whatever you want to do,” Warren recalled in her 2017 book “This Battle Is Our Fight.” When she pushed him, he was apathetic. “But a race like this one looks pretty dreadful,” he informed her. “The Senate thing was bad enough, and running for president would be worse– a lot even worse.”

She asked whether he would be OK if she decided to run. Her decision not to run prompted sighs of relief on Clinton’s group, some of whom think Warren could have beaten them by marshaling a wider union than that ultimately put together by Sen. Bernie Sanders.

” We were stressed,” a Clinton project authorities stated. “In retrospect, she could have been a quite powerful candidate in the main.” Her choice also led Sanders to make a run of his own from Clinton’s left which would end up being more formidable than Warren, Clinton, and even Sanders himself expected.

Warren didn’t want to be out of the game entirely. If she wasn’t going to run, Warren set her mind on a different sort of project to push Clinton towards her sphere of progressive policy wonks.

The List

In early 2015, Clinton’s group still was not taking any chances. After Warren sent her lengthy list to the previous secretary of State, Clinton dispatched senior aide and speechwriter Dan Schwerin to review the names with Geldon, then Warren’s chief of personnel and now a senior consultant on her governmental run.

They fulfilled in early January for almost an hour and a half. Afterward, Schwerin reported back that Warren’s group “seem cautious– and quite persuaded that the Rubin folks have the inside track with us whether we recognize it yet or not– but open to engagement and to be shown incorrect,” according to emails later published by WikiLeaks, a cyberattack that American intelligence later on concluded became part of a Russian project to hurt Clinton’s opportunities in2016

Schwerin included that Geldon “laid out an in-depth case versus the Bob Rubin school of Democratic policymakers, was very crucial of the Obama administration’s options.”

The exact same week Schwerin satisfied Geldon, Warren coupled the personal push with a public speech at the AFL-CIO that prompted Democrats not to take victory laps since the gross domestic product and joblessness numbers looked excellent.

The speech raised eyebrows amongst Clinton allies such as Lynn Forester de Rothschild, who emailed leading Clinton assistant Cheryl Mills that “we need to craft the financial message for Hillary so that Warren’s common inaccurate conclusions are dealt with.”

It was the first of numerous instances of Warren putting public pressure on the Clinton team while working her relationships on the inside, sometimes to the Clinton group’s disappointment.

” Warren clearly was getting information about what was happening inside,” recalled one transition authorities. “We ‘d have some internal conversation and then Warren would say something to reporters– shooting little warning shots.”

To the surprise of some in Warren’s orbit, Clinton’s group began proactively interesting with the people on Warren’s list– and not just in a check-the-box fashion, according to some who were called.

In numerous ways, the list was a collection of progressives who shared Warren’s conviction that the Obama administration had bungled the healing by being too near to banks and thinking about shorter-term repairs instead of using the opportunity to enact a structural overhaul of the government’s role in the economy. They tended to be sharply important of Obama’s Treasury secretary, Tim Geithner, who was viewed as near Wall Street.

” She didn’t wish to see an administration that was fully staffed by deputy secretaries-in-waiting from Brookings,” stated Georgetown Law teacher Adam Levitin, a previous student of Warren’s who remains close to her, describing the center-left think tank with ties to organisations.

Sheila Bair had had several showdowns with Geithner while she ran the FDIC throughout the crisis.

In pushing for her allies to be integrated into Clinton’s campaign, Warren began hitting the phones– reaching out to people like Gary Gensler, Mandy Grunwald and the few other links she had to Clinton.

Gensler, who had worked for Clinton in 2008 and had actually been a Warren ally throughout the monetary crisis, was tapped to be Clinton’s chief monetary officer for the 2016 campaign and would end up being a main point individual to handle the Warren-Clinton relationship– dubbed by Sullivan as the “Elizabeth whisperer.”

Their contact was nearly constant, to the point that some Clinton assistants questioned whose side he was on.

” It looked like every meeting he ‘d say, ‘I just talked with Elizabeth and …'” recalled one campaign authorities with an eye roll.

The Bernie Aspect

As Sanders’ campaign took off in early 2016, Warren felt pressure building from both Sanders and Clinton to back.

Ideologically, she was much closer to the Vermont senator. There was uncertainty within Warren’s orbit that he could in fact pull it off and that backing him would reduce her capability to influence Clinton.

At a personal hangar at Dulles International Airport, Sanders took a mobile phone and paced around privately while talking to Warren, remembers one aide. Some Sanders senior staffers were delighted she had actually stayed neutral while others felt victory would be in sight if Warren would throw her weight behind the senator.

From the other side, Podesta repeatedly called and advised Warren to back Clinton to help bring the main fight to an earlier end.

One former Clinton adviser defined Warren’s relocations as part of a larger method to prevent pushing away the left while likewise keeping her relationships with the Clinton group that she thought was likely to win: “She remained neutral, but she made sure she had impact with the candidate so she and her advisers had a seat at the table in a genuine method.”

Election Night 2016

Warren was preparing a caution shot for President-elect Clinton.

Warren’s group had currently arranged for her to provide a prominent speech that Thursday early morning at the AFL-CIO in Washington, D.C. The address would lay out what Warren thought the concerns must be for the brand-new White Home, according to a Warren ally familiar with the speech, in an attempt to pressure the shift group from the start.

She wasn’t going to mince words. The two-year project to affect the Clinton administration was lastly about to flourish. A minimum of three individuals on Warren’s 2014 list– Simon Johnson, Katie Porter and Elise Bean– had actually been slated for leading positions on obscure however consequential transition “landing groups” that would help staff the administration, according to one transition authorities.

The Warren-allied Roosevelt Institute– a leftist competitor to the Center for American Development– had recognized over 150 economic policy tasks and interviewed over 1,000 possible prospects for them ahead of the Clinton shift. Other progressive allies of Warren were preparing blacklists of individuals to prevent.

However as many political leaders carried out in November 2016, Warren needed to scrap her scheduled remarks. “That speech was now in the garbage,” she later wrote.

The speech she really provided echoed what she had informed Clinton at that December 2014 meeting. “If we have found out nothing else from the previous two years of electioneering, we need to hear the message loud and clear that the American people desire Washington to change,” she said.

It was not long after that she and her team started making preparations for a 2020 run. The final decision wasn’t made but the team began taking the required actions, basically turning her 2018 Senate reelection into a dry run, stockpiling over $10 million in cash for excellent measure.

Ganesh Sitaraman has actually been one of the key architects of Warren’s countless plans. Porter ran for Congress herself, won, and is now one of the three-co-chairs for Warren’s project. Heather McGhee and Demos have actually provided much of the plan for how Warren integrates economic and racial justice in an effort to broaden her base. While he is not included in the campaign, his hard critiques of effective technology companies like Facebook echo Warren’s. And Damon Silvers of the AFL-CIO remains in the background as an important booster for Warren amongst union authorities. It’s uncertain how many of them would stock a would-be Warren administration however their impact would be undeniable.

Even if she does not become the nominee, individuals close to her say she will be simply as tough and exasperating a presence on any other transition group.

In some ways, her speech at the AFL-CIO was the first of her governmental campaign.

” The fact is that individuals are best to be angry.”

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