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“Congratulations, Mr. Vice President.” Drake rose to his feet and shook Clark Winston’s hand as he entered the White House Situation Room.
“Thanks, Drake. And please, call me Clark.”
“Yes sir, Mr. Vice President.”
Clark smiled. “That means I’m now stuck calling you General Nason.” He took his seat to the right of the President’s chair.
“No sir. Protocol of respect only goes upstream. You’re the Vice Commander-in-Chief. You can call anyone except President Cole anything you want.”
“He’s already insisted on Roy,” Clark waved him toward his own right. “Vice Commander-in-Chief. I try not to think about that one.”
“Still surprising to be in the job?”
“I was confirmed and sworn in Friday; this is Saturday afternoon. Give me a break.”
“Nope. It’s the hot seat now.”
Clark scoffed at h
