“Ms. Ramson. I’m so terribly sorry for your loss.”
“Thank you, Mr. President.” He had come directly to her first upon entering the Situation Room.
Rose had never been in this part of the White House and was unsure how to react. She’d attended any number of state dinners with Hunter, but those were always in one of the grand rooms in the Residence’s ground floor.
The President and Hunter had despised each other despite her best efforts, so invitations to the smaller, more elite parties in the private areas above had been rare. Only when Hunter’s power in the Senate had finally mandated an invitation had she climbed to those stratospheric social levels.
“But I’m quite sure that you will not miss him.”
His wry smile was also kind. “We never did see eye-to-eye.”
“Especially not lately.”
