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Clarissa rocked back in her chair. She needed an ottoman right here so that she could turn from her desk, put her feet up, and contemplate DC.
“Hell of a first day, Ms. Reese,” she spoke to herself.
Installed in her office. Clark departing her office very happy after they’d shared some s*x and split a turkey sandwich. Her first department head meeting had also gone well.
She’d borrowed a no-nonsense attitude from President Cole.
Clark, when he was still director, had always chatted with each director, making them think he was their best friend.
Not really her style.
Instead, she’d waited less than two seconds after their butts hit their chairs. “Let’s go around the table. Two-minute précis of what’s happening in your department. Then we’ll circle back as needed.”
Any uncertainty
