Chapter Eight
“As you may or may not know, and again this is not some secret stalking thing, I’m going to be in Southeast Asia for several days right before Christmas.”
Genny focused on her luncheon omelet trying to decide if she was really awake yet. She’d slept right up to midday. By the time she had done her workout, showered, and entered the kitchen, it had been cleaned by the magical elves of the White House staff. Last night everyone had pitched in to clear and wash up the worst of the mess, but now it sparkled.
The mountainous stacks of cookie boxes were gone to the shelters, all down the tiny elevator in the corner of the kitchen that connected the kitchens on the Second and Third Floors of the Residence, with the big kitchen on the Ground Floor and the Butler’s Pantry on the Fi
