Clarissa watched as the President did more of that goddamn finger tapping routine. He finally stopped and stretched out all ten fingers as if they suddenly hurt. Then he looked her square in the eye with that famously frank soldier’s look of his.
“I’m sorry, Clarissa, but I can’t suggest you to the party for the Vice Presidency.”
And there it was.
Clarissa felt the gut blow land. Her stomach roiled all the way back to the toxic-waste sludge coffee Rose had made her drink this morning. But she’d sooner burn in hell that show it to these people. She might not have the Vice Presidency but she had her pride.
“Not because I think you would be good or bad at it. I’d consider recommending you just because I think you could shake up many of the ingrained disasters that exist in our global stat
