“I swear I didn’t know anything,” Hunter practically groveled the moment Rose walked back into the house.
“You knew Clark’s policies,” Rose set down her handbag and shed her jacket into the front closet.
“Yes. I did. But I swear to God that Ahmad said he simply wanted a chance to meet with Clark to persuade him to change his attitude toward the Saudis.” Hunter trailed after her as she headed into the front parlor.
It was such a soothing room, decorated in pastels and soft florals. The bursts of color came from the tasteful vases of flowers made twice as brilliant by the muted décor.
This was her domain.
Here is where she held her tea socials until they were the must-get invitation for any woman seeking power in DC. Congresswomen, senators, two Supreme Court justices, and many more had
