“Ms. Reese. Could you come with me, please?”
Clarissa rolled her eyes at the President’s Secret Service agent. “That’s Director Reese. And I’m busy here.”
But as she turned back toward Miranda, two more agents slid into the room, standing to either side of the door. Behind them, Jeremy, Andi, and the others moved to peer in from the Data Analysis Lab.
“Director Reese,” Danziger’s voice managed to drip with vitriol that belied his polite words. “Now. Please.”
Director She felt a frisson of fear sliding up her spine.
What could the Secret Service want with her?
Had they been monitoring her and Rose’s conversation this morning about how to reach the White House? Not a day went by in DC when someone wasn’t planning how to get their own seat in the Oval Office. Of course, it wasn’t usuall
