Font Size:  

Angela clicked her tongue. “I rarely step out on the balcony because I know there is no privacy.”

“Ma’am, you’re entitled to privacy.” Penny held up her phone. “Would you like me to call him back?”

Angela let out a big sigh. “No. He’s busy, I’m sure, and there’s nothing he can do to fix this.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Mariah got off the couch and walked over to the desk. “How are you doing?”

Mariah had been Angela’s first pick for a Vice President. Many of the stuffy politicians in Washington had a hard time with one set of ovaries in the White House, but two were almost intolerable. Angela had a lot of faith in Mariah. If Mariah decided to run for the next election, Angela would support her one hundred percent because Mariah had the political ambition she lacked.

“I’ve been better,” Angela said.

“Those pictures of you were taken illegally, and we will find out who took them.”

“That’s great, but they are already out there. We can’t change that.”

Mariah squeezed Angela’s hand. “How do you want to proceed?”

Angela rolled her eyes and shrugged. “I wish I knew. I’m too mad to think straight. Maybe letting Alistair go was a mistake.”

Mariah pulled up a chair to the front of the desk. “May I be honest, Madam President?”

“Mariah, please call me Angela. I have never felt less presidential than I do right now.”

“Madam President, you will always be the right person for this job. Forgive me, I mean Angela.”

“Your vote of confidence means the world to me.”

Mariah waved a hand in front of her face. Her husband, Robert, pulled up another chair and sat beside her.

“Do you know how many men have sat behind this desk who have done incredibly horrible things? At least you didn’t have an affair like so many of the male presidents.”

Angela smiled at Robert and then at Mariah. “I hope you two are ready to walk in my shoes.”

“What do you mean?” Mariah said. “You can’t resign over this.”

“I’m not resigning, but I doubt I’ll be re-elected now.”

“Nonsense,” Robert said. “This will blow over, and everyone will be focused on someone new. I heard something about a senator from Texas who had a little too much fun while in Arkansas.”

Angela snapped her focus on him. “Did you say Arkansas?”

Robert chuckled. “Yeah, and from the gossip going around town, there are pictures.”

When had Arkansas become such a hotbed of activity?

Tristan ended his call. “Madam President, your new personal guard just finished all the formalities, and he will be up momentarily.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize you got someone new,” Angela said.

“He’s only new to the White House. It’s someone you know already.”

“Who?”

“Doyle McNealy.” Tristan went to a side table and poured a glass of water.

“Doyle?” Angela asked. “Do you mean like Doyle, Doyle? The one I met just a few months ago.”

Source: www.allfreenovel.com