Page 95 of Power
“Yes.” I sit opposite him as he dials Brice’s number.
“Brice, it’s Liam.” He smiles. “Yeah, I’m good. How are you?” He listens for a moment before getting straight to the point. “I have the president here with me, and...” He nods and hands me the phone. “Brice, sir.”
Liam stands and begins to head out of his own office. “Liam, stay.” He sits again, and types away on his laptop. “Brice.”
“Mr. President.”
“I need you to come to the White House,” I say.
“Of course, when?”
“At your earliest convenience, though the faster the better.”
“I can be there in an hour.”
“Good. I’ll hand you back to Liam so he can coordinate with you.”
“Of course, sir.”
I hand the phone back to Liam. “Thank you.”
Liam takes the phone and continues with the conversation as I walk back to my office to get some work done. I slip my glasses on and stare at the laptop, but all I can think about is Reece. I still have a job to do, so I push every thought of her as far out of my mind as I can.
At least, for now.
