CHAPTER 99
Simon Donovan was very unhappy.
“I have my reasons for not reporting this incident. I appreciate your concern on my behalf.” The First Lady’s voice was calm, soothing, professional. Five minutes ago, she’d been a shivering wreck. Now she was her usual pillar of strength. Her transformation downward had scared the s**t out of Simon. He’d never seen it in her, not once since he took over her personal protection detail.
He had served as the head of the First Lady’s Secret Service team ever since the day her husband had received his party’s nomination. Knew, knew for a fact, that this administration would be a tenth what it had been if not for her.
He also knew that there was some connection between the girl at her side and a pen cup on the First Lady’s desk. And knew about the
