Chapter 77
Stephanie Bronson lifted her dessert spoon, how splendidly ironic, and tapped her Waterford crystal wine glass for attention.
“I do hope that you all enjoyed the meal.”
There was a warm round of applause.
Morgan than slapped George hard on the back. “A toast to the happy couple. I am your best man, George? Right?”
George was reassuring him when something shifted in the room.
Stephanie could usually follow, even anticipate a shift. She lived by nuance and shifting political tableaus, but she couldn’t spot this one. Morgan and George were exactly as she wanted them.
The members of the National Election Committee were definitely thinking that four years from now they had the perfect team to walk into the Oval Office at the end of Kennelly’s second term, Morgan and Madsen—the
