The Complete Exodus Trilogy (The Exodus Trilogy)

by Andreas Christensen

“What I don’t need is another bureaucrat. You know politics, or well enough. Don’t try to deny it. I’ve seen you coming up, you know.” Andrews chuckled, and Trevor was lost for words. “So, my position is this. I need everything you know, and what you don’t know you will learn. I have faith in you, young man. So be at the White House tomorrow at eight sharp. I’ll let the staff know.” The line went dead and Trevor was still too stunned to think straight. Of course he’d take the job. No one refused the president of the United States. It was overwhelming, sure. But he’d been under fire enough times to know that when things get overwhelming, you need to take a step back and review the situation. Distance sometimes brings clarity, and, usually, things work out. As the ballgame began, Trevor realized he wouldn’t be able to concentrate, so he turned it off.

It was here that Kenneth used to come on occasion, all by himself, and just think. As a professor of the department, he was allowed access to the areas usually closed to both students and outsiders, and even most faculty members. He thought it was a shame, but at least he got to have a quiet moment here now and then. Some researchers would spend evenings in their offices, but here no one would bother him. On this particular night, he was reading an article on his tablet, obviously written by some ambitious journalist bent on getting the goodwill of his editors and the network owners. It was an article on the second reforms conducted by President Andrews’s administration, and it was an utter disgrace to the once so self-respecting Fourth Estate. It was pure praise, and Kenneth grumbled beneath his thick, black beard.