Chapter TwelveDaniel sat at his desk the next morning and ignored the piles of paper that had grown significantly overnight.
He couldn’t help smiling at the memory of that moment last night in the President’s living room. For the second time in a dozen minutes, President Matthews had been required to slap Daniel’s back and remind him to breathe. Over cocktails, they divided pretty typically along gender lines, but for atypical reasons.
The men often stopped to join in on the women’s conversation. They appeared to have become instant long lost friends and the energy of it was electrifying. They were long lost friends who were both fascinated with the ebb and flow of global military tactics as they swept back and forth across the planet. Emily and Mark had amazing insights into the variati
