“Go ahead.”
“You’re on speakerphone,” Miranda had learned to always announce that. It still didn’t make sense to her that the opposite wasn’t also required, for politeness sake, to announce that a call was private. But she knew that was true.
“So are you,” the President replied.
“I’m sorry to call before 11:17, Roy, but Clarissa insisted that you’d want to know. I do feel bad about that.” Only after she said it did she realize her error.
Drake had initially asked her to call with any updates. For clarity…for her sake?...he’d amended that to hourly.
So perhaps it was okay.
If so, she should just proceed.
“While in flight from One Observatory Circle to Camp David, an unidentified person spoke with the Vice President about a private meeting. Clarissa feels that the unusual syntax of th
