“Is he down with the president?” He nodded toward Mark’s office door. I shook my head. “No, sir. Mark is in his office.” “Alright.” He paused for a moment. “And the president is in the dining room?” I nodded. The vice president glanced at Mark’s office door one more time, cast a tight smile, and tapped the doorframe as he disappeared down the hallway toward the dining room. I bit my cheeks to hide the surge of pride and admiration I felt for the vice president, and I decided not to notify Mark.
