There had been a news article published listing the staffers who were moving to Florida with the president, and he was trying to identify who leaked the story. I blinked several times, trying to contain my frustration. “I’m not a leaker. I’m not disloyal. You know that.” “Are you sure about that, Cass?” My frustration turned to rage. “Mark, you can go to hell if you think that.” He had crossed a bridge, and I couldn’t contain my anger. “I don’t think that, Cass,” he relented. “I know you’re loyal. You’ve been very loyal to me.”
