Her driver was pulling up to the house at One Observatory Circle when she noticed something strange.
“Where are all the agents?” Normally, the grand Queen Anne Victorian house that served as the Vice President’s home had several agents and a dog team in clear view.
“The Vice President’s detail has been dismissed, ma’am. For another week or so you will have a full Second Lady detail just in case there is an unanticipated collateral risk to your safety. After that, you will be granted the detail due to a former Second Lady and it will be the CIA detail taking over your primary security.” His tone was so carefully neutral that she wondered if he was enjoying that slap in her face as well.
She wilted against the seat as the driver pulled up to the front entrance.
She had sold her f*****g p
