Debbie Fiderer is sitting next to Charlie's desk, looking nervous. She asks Charlie if it's all right to ask how POTUS has managed without a secretary for a year. Over sixteen months, by my count. Charlie says POTUS has five secretaries: four of them funnel their work through the executive secretary. She seems surprised to hear it. She was in Personnel at the White House before, wasn't she? Wouldn't she know this? Seriously. Charlie explains that Jed has two research secretaries, a social secretary, and a scheduler. Maybe that's Nancy's job. The scheduler has an assistant, whose job it is to keep the book -- the daily diary which is a minute-by-minute accounting of what POTUS did that day. Debbie asks, "What about private stuff?" Charlie says they have euphemisms. Charlie says every once in a while there might be a gap in the schedule or a cancellation, and POTUS and FLOTUS might slip over to the...you know. Debbie: "For a...matinée?" Charlie says they list it as "barbecuing." I believe I did not need to know that.

In the Oval Office, somebody named Bill is trying to give POTUS reassuring information about the Dow: "This isn't a crisis. It's investors getting back to common sense." Jed, pouring himself some tea: "Well, it's an election year, Bill. We'd rather people didn't exercise common sense. But I agree with what you're saying." Bill thanks him and leaves as Charlie comes in and says, "Sir...Deborah Fiderer." Jed, wearily: "Really?" Charlie says yes. He sends her in; she says, "Mr. President." Sam sees her and is somewhat surprised: "Debbie." Jed asks if they know each other. She's left standing there as Sam says, "Debbie worked for Donald McKittridge." Sam walks over to Jed's desk, faces Jed (so his back's to Debbie), and says, "She's...very interesting. Her résumé's impressive: I remember thinking she was efficient and creative. She's the one who found Charlie. I remember people talked about her a lot. They found her pretty strange. But I remember thinking that I didn't find her that strange." Debbie says, "You know I can hear you, right?" I have trouble believing Sam would be quite so inconsiderate as to talk about someone this way, especially in the third person, right in front of them. I think it's out of character for him. As Sam leaves the room and walks past Debbie, he whispers to her, "I'm in your corner."