Celia Walton

Celia Walton threads through the throbbing Communications bullpen under stark night fluorescents, her steady passage cutting across the electric hum of rival speech drafts and smoldering glances. As Ainsley Hayes sweeps out in ravishing evening gown, Walton glides by—silent sentinel of the late-shift grind, anchoring the unseen gears that propel White House rhetoric forward. Frequent brushes with Toby, Sam, and Ainsley cement her as vital cog in the comms machine, her presence fueling the relentless churn where personal sparks ignite amid policy fires.