Back State of the Union
Chapters (40)
  1. Cover
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Chapter Sixteen
  18. Chapter Seventeen
  19. Chapter Eighteen
  20. Chapter Nineteen
  21. Chapter Twenty
  22. Chapter Twenty-One
  23. Chapter Twenty-Two
  24. Chapter Twenty-Three
  25. Chapter Twenty-Four
  26. Chapter Twenty-Five
  27. Chapter Twenty-Six
  28. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  29. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  30. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  31. Chapter Thirty
  32. Chapter Thirty-One
  33. Chapter Thirty-Two
  34. Chapter Thirty-Three
  35. Chapter Thirty-Four
  36. Chapter Thirty-Five
  37. Chapter Thirty-Six
  38. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  39. Epilogue
  40. About the Author

“About getting back here if need be. And I know when we go to Bora Bora, I can’t get back, but that’s different. I’m not less than an hour from the District when I’m in Bora Bora. I just had the weirdest feeling of being trapped there, whereas Nick loved it. He was so happy to be out of the White House. I feel bad he has to come home early.”

“You’re very weird, but you know that already.”

“I do know that. I can’t explain the panicky feeling I had up there, but then, of course, Nick tuned right in to it and said he’d give me a ride home if it came to that.”

“Which it did. You told me you wanted me to tell you when the press is hammering you guys, right?”

“I guess…”

“They’re going off about him flying you home on Marine One. Waste of taxpayer dollars and such.”

Sam sighed. “I was coming home to work for the taxpayers, but no one considers that.”

“They want to know why you weren’t driven home.”

“Because the chopper was quicker!”

“You know that, and I know that…”

“They’re just looking for things to pick at us about.”

“Yes, they are. That’s what they do with whoever lives in the White House. Nonstop picking.”

“This is why I never wanted him to have the job in the first place. The scrutiny of everything we do is just maddening.”

“I can’t imagine what that must be like. Here’s what I’d do if I were you… Live your lives. That helicopter is his to use as he sees fit. They can’t make him use it when it suits them and then come for him when it suits him. All you can do is ignore the noise and do your thing.”

“That’s easier said than done when you work for the people who are criticizing you.”

“You don’t work for the media.”

“No, but they’re firing up the people we do work for.”

“Those people know how hard you work for them. You know why you needed to get back to town fast, and you did what you had to do. That’s what the chopper is for—to transport you guys where you need to go. Remember that.”

“True. It’s not like he can just jump in the car and give me a ride home if he wants to.”

“People don’t understand the severe restrictions you guys live under.”

“I didn’t understand it fully until I was living it.”

“Which is why I say do your thing and ignore the noise. You’re following the security rules set forth by the Secret Service.”