Chapter Twelve
Sienna had obviously entered some sort of a dream state.
Four weeks ago, she’d been in a Fort Bragg think tank, analyzing the communication architecture of worldwide political information by the US Commands. Then with no explanation as to why, she’d been flown to D.C. and interviewed for three straight days by the outgoing NSA, the White House Chief of Staff, the President, and a laundry list of others. One week spent with the outgoing NSA and she’d landed in the chair.
Now, at the end of her second week as National Security Advisor, she’d consulted with the powers of France and been listened to most attentively. Even without Roy’s “icebreaker” they had been open to suggestion; after it they had been truly respectful. By the end they were asking her if she’d like to come
