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Clarissa’s escort stopped at the lobby entry door.
She went to turn for the Navy Mess. It seemed likely that Clark would meet her there, though she’d been hoping for the Presidential Dining Room by the Oval Office.
They redirected her to the Situation Room entrance through the adjacent door.
Not a social gathering—though nothing was ever just social in DC politics. She was going to be in a real meeting.
Yes! She’d been right to accelerate Clark’s nomination to the Vice Presidency. Things were happening fast.
Per usual Situation Room protocol, she left her coat, purse, and cell phone at security before entering. The Sit Room always surprised her. A conference table for ten people, and barely enough room for chairs lining the wall. Four large monitor screens on the far wall, and not
