By the time the cameras actually came back to her, Clarissa was past rage and into depression.
Clark was dead, cutting off her path to the White House.
She was out of the loop with the President.
And now she was going to have to suck up to Miranda Chase of all people.
When Major Jon Swift tried to return to her side, she considered punching his nose herself—as if he’d be an asset now that he’d made an i***t of himself on national television. She would have flattened him simply for the satisfaction of it—if she hadn’t been standing in the middle of the news pool.
She’d been so angry at Clark for dying and Jon for walking away that she’d come close to declaring on national news that Clark’s death was an act of foreign terrorism. That would be beyond a faux pas and right over into disclo
