Henry turned out to be Henry Sullivan, now seated in the back of the Bell 430, airborne and bound for New York. A mild-mannered milquetoast of a man in charge of the First Lady’s image. And a very successful man he was. She’d been on the cover of Time, Vogue, and numerous other magazines. A nearly nude one on Vanity Fair that had drawn as much other press as it had direct sales.
Time, Vogue,Vanity Fair“More covers than the main man himself,” Daniel had informed Emily in his cheerfully conspiratorial whisper before closing them inside the helicopter and trotting back to the White House.
From the White House lawn, it was exactly one hour and seven minutes until Emily landed at the Downtown Manhattan Heliport on the New York City waterfront. Exactly one hour and seven minutes of absolute pr
