Chapter Twenty-Six
One of the things Daniel had learned during his year as the White House Chief-of-Staff was that any concept of what he’d thought it meant to be busy was impossibly naïve. And in the week following the visit to the island house, it only got crazier. Seven days since his one-day trip across the country and back. He must have slept and eaten at some point, but right now he was far too tired to recall.
He slumped in his office chair.
Janet had somehow made room for a tiny Christmas tree, more of a Christmas bush, at the corner of this desk. A pine bough trim had been woven around the edges of the “Death Board”; a whiteboard covered with the strategy to defeat a couple of exceptionally short-sighted bills put forth by the opposition party. A small tintype print of a dollho
