When I did, he told me to find Ron DeSantis. Ron had found Mark, but Mark had told him I would handle whatever he needed—that he had other things to do. I found Ron and Casey. He asked if Trump was going to mention him in his remarks, and if so, how many times. I lost my temper. I told him that he had to learn boundaries—that he was acting as if he were still a junior member of Congress. He started to apologize like a child who’d been caught misbehaving, but I walked away.
