Potus, introductions part II

Potus is escorted to the bedroom upstairs.  The First lady has to see the restroom.  Johnson introduces the head maid.

"This is Shaniqua," Johnson explains.

"Hello, Shaniqua," Potus says.  "It's always difficult to know how to spell names like yours, because there's always some different way of spelling each name."

"Yes, Sir, it can be challenging if you don't know how."

"Let me ask you a personal question," Potus began.

Johnson pressed his hand to his ear and then spoke into his wrist.  "Three seventy one, coming over."  Johnson then addressed Potus and Shaniqua.  "If you'll excuse me, we're having some issue with a faucet."

Potus nodded and Johnson left through a hidden door in the wall.  Potus pointed.  "How did he do that?"

Shaniqua spread her arms expansively.  "The doors are all recessed to make the place seem bigger.  You'll get used to it."  She flopped a little too informally on the bed.  "What were you going to ask me?"

"What?  Ah, yes, about your name.  Let me ask you a touchy question."

"Go ahead Mr. President, you can ask me anything," she purred.

"Wow," Potus said.

Shaniqua smiled broadly.  "I'm attracted to power, what can I say?"  She leaned back on her elbows.

"You must have been hired by Number 42," Potus said.

"Who?" she asked.

"Never mind," Potus said.  "With the spelling of the name, why is it that your... uh... culture... uh."

Shaniqua raised her eyebrows.  "My culTURE?" she asked, her voice rising at the end.

"Yes, well, you know...  Uh...  With the names, why everything is spelled differently, like fifty spellings of 'unique' to mess up the white man's databases our something."

Shaniqua sat up straight.  "Excuuuuuse me?  Do I give a fuck about your silly ass white boy's database anyhow?  What the fuck, with my 'culture' and shit?"

Potus stammered and raised his hands defensively.  "No, just culturally, in your environment, er, your, um, community.  The, uh, the...."

"The black community?"

"Oh, well, we used to say coloured.  I mean, darky coloured...  That is..."

Shaniqua stood up quickly and wagged her finger in Potus' face.  "You are some kind of piece of work, Mr. Privilege White Asshole Power Bitch Motherfucker.  I'm outta this place.  I quit and I'm gonna sue your ass."

After she was gone yelling down the hallway, Potus stood and rocked back on his heels, trying to whistle nonchalantly, swinging his arms.  Johnson opened a hidden door and peered in.  He cocked his head quizzically, indicating the missing maid.  Potus shrugged.  Johnson waved him over and Potus gladly ran over to investigate the main bathroom.