Enough

by Cassidy Hutchinson

Mark leaned against the door and rubbed his temples. “Cass, if I can get through this job and manage to keep him out of jail”—referring to our boss, the president—“I’ll have done a good job. Can you call my detail and tell them I’m ready to go home?”

Every decision seemed intended to avoid conflict with the president.

Until then, we were supposed to act as if the president was going to serve a second term.