Chapter TwoCornelia didn’t know why she was always felt a jolt of surprise whenever she saw the President in the White House, and yet she did every single time. Over the last two terms, she’d had very little to do with President Matthews. Her primary contacts were with his three executive secretaries and Daniel; the President himself she never interacted with. He probably didn’t know who she was.
At the end of the Sienna’s hour-long briefing on the world at large, but before the meeting could break up, President Peter Matthews swept into the room.
“All rise,” Damien called out like a court bailiff. He sent her a saucy wink. Then he snapped a Marine-smart salute to the President. “Good morning O Commander-in-Chief, my Commander.”
“Sit down before you fall down, Feinman,” was the Presiden
