“Exports support U.S. jobs, and imports displace them,” Martin said. “The Chinese control what and how much they import. If they ease up on the throttle just a few clicks, our economists have predicted two hundred thousand new U.S. jobs in half a year. That number is more than enough to change the public’s perception of our economy. It will bolster confidence, increase consumer spending, and create even more U.S. jobs. Ultimately, with the tentative agreements we have in place, this corn is going to create two million new jobs. That’s how it’s going to win me the election. Or maybe you don’t understand how politics really works.”

Darlene averted her eyes. She hated being belittled, and was incensed at how easy it was for her husband to make her feel that way. “You’re the president,” she said, her voice hoarse with emotion. “I trust you to do what’s best for the American people and the citizens of the world.”

“I’m glad you have confidence in me.”

“But what if Lou Welcome is right about John Meacham and the other messed-up people in Kings Ridge?”

Martin sighed. “Are we back to that?”

“Do you know how many Chinese there are?”

“Of course I do! Don’t insult me.”

“Then don’t play politics with this. Make sure it’s safe. Stop that train.”

Martin went red. “I already told you that the corn is safe!”

“This isn’t just about an election,” Darlene retorted. “Believe it or not, there are more important things in life than winning elections or your precious legacy!”

“Like what?”

“Like me!”

Martin seemed not to have heard her, but he did uncross his arms and softened his expression once more. “Honey, let’s not do this,” he pleaded. “I’m sorry for what I said about you not understanding politics. I just hate seeing people take advantage of you.”

Darlene pulled away. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Martin sighed again. “It means this Double M, whoever he is, clearly knows your weakness and your commitment to good nutrition for all. Bottom line is this guy is a radical. He’s a crackpot, using you to get to me. And you just bought into it.”

Darlene’s bubble of self-control burst. “I saw those mutated bugs, Martin!” she shouted, no longer caring whether the Oval Office was soundproof or not. “They’re monsters. They can’t be considered food.”

Finally, Martin looked as if he were listening. “Where did you see them?”

Darlene sucked in a breath and regretted making the disclosure. “Victor drove Dr. Welcome and me to Philadelphia. We met with an entomologist there. That’s how I knew the insects had to have been mutated.”

“Victor drove you and some strange man to Philadelphia?” Martin’s rage could be felt. “I swear I’m going to have that fucker run out of the service.”

“Don’t you dare!”