CHAPTER 83
He had set them on their ears tonight.
Lindsey had never heard her husband speak so movingly. Passion had rolled out of the President. Passion for sound foreign relations, for America leveraging the global economy to our own greatest advantage, for lifting Americans back onto the top of the economic and educational ladders. That he’d claimed a half dozen of her projects as his own didn’t bother her. Much. She was used to it. All she cared about was doing good, in anyone’s name.
A thousand dollars a plate for five hundred happy donors was the least of the cash rolling in tonight. Jeremy Struthers was polling under fifteen percent and President Grant had just banked almost six million for his party.
He was high as a kite in the limo tonight, practically dancing in his seat.
