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Lola looked around the Situation Room and tried to figure out how in hell she’d ended up here. The President and his Chief of Staff belonged in the White House Sit Room. General Brett Rogers, the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, made sense—though there was no way Lola would be speaking in the man’s presence. Couldn’t if she wanted to.
Brett Rogers had started in Special Operations Forces in Vietnam. Been instrumental in a number of operations that had helped maintain peace through the Cold War years. Led Special Operations Command for a decade, right through Iraq and into Afghanistan, and now sat as the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs. He was the senior-most soldier in the entire US military. If she spoke, it would be like a first-year acting student trying to have a nice sit-down
