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356 pages, Nook
First published September 1, 2015
It was odd, Walters thought, that the possibility of losing the presidency, of losing his wife, and possibly being cast aside as a social pariah didn’t bother him nearly as much as the prospect of facing his father. He was a sixty-six year old man, he was the President of the United States, and he was still afraid of his father.
His interactions with the public were carefully orchestrated and limited. There were times when he found himself staring out the windows of the second floor residence at the tourists and the occasional protestors in the distance on the other side of the fence. The times he had ventured out beyond the gates had been behind the bulletproof glass of an armored limousine, with scores of Secret Service agents intent on keeping the public at a distance. And each time, they had urged, if not insisted, that he wear a bulletproof vest. He liked the agents assigned to him, and he knew they meant well. Still, it was odd, he thought. Never had he felt so exposed, where his every move was watched. And yet, never had he felt so isolated.
So much of this is a dance, Kendall thought. Although he was no stranger to negotiation, the diplomatic exchanges between nations were very different from the deal-making in the business world. Today, their initial dance was part of the mating ritual, the intent to see if, hopefully, they were compatible dance partners. The goal was to inform each other of their respective viewpoints and the key issues affecting each of their nations. The real discussions would come later between their diplomatic teams. First, though, Kendal and Magaña had to find a way to dance together without stepping on each other’s toes. That was difficult when both men wanted to lead.
Her day could vary from absolute boredom as she stood guard for hours at a time to an intense adrenaline rush as she responded to potential risks. She could be in four different cities in the course of one day. She could also, as part of a small team, manage the dynamics of a large, excited and often volatile crowd. And there were an almost infinite number of scenarios, related dangers and emotions in between.
She had the highest level of security clearance and was routinely exposed to classified information. She had witnessed all sorts of personal failures by the politicians she had been charged to protect over the years. Unethical behavior like infidelity, lying, stealing, drug addiction and obsession with pornography – it seemed to come with the territory. It seemed the higher some people climbed up the ladder of success, the less they believed that society’s rules applied to them.