Debbie Roth

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I had been waiting outside the Cabinet Room to escort members out of the West Wing when she emerged and demanded her cell phones, which had been stored in a secure lockbox, as had everyone else’s in the meeting. “I assume you stripped my phone for data to spy on me,” she said accusingly. “That’s what you people do.” I assured her we hadn’t, and rushed to retrieve her phones.
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