Dan Scavino and I were among the few stragglers in the West Wing that day. “Look around, Cass,” Dan said. “No one is here. No one sticks by the boss’s side when things get hard. It sucks. I feel bad for the guy.” He looked at me closely. “You actually care about the president, don’t you?” “Yeah, I do,” I said. “But Dan, this is getting a little out of control. I mean, look at us. We’re here on Thanksgiving Eve, and now we’re entertaining Rudy’s cast of characters for a meeting without purpose.”
