Breezing through White House security had never been so easy before. And once she was Vice President, she could do this any time she damn well pleased.
Two miles from the NTSB lab to her future home. It passed in a single blink of the eye.
Vice President.
Now! It was a triumph.
She’d have a year and half of training by Roy Cole. Even if she didn’t agree with all his policies, he was one of recent history’s most savvy politicians. Then the Presidency would be hers.
Driving right onto the grounds as if she already belonged, they strolled through the security scanners at the West Wing Foyer—and took that critical right turn into the Situation Room. Past the briefing room and watch center manned by the National Security Council.
At the far end behind a nondescript door, they entered a sm
