Concealing a grin, Mandi grimaced slightly, sighed, and said, "Well, if it's
the best you can do..."
The man held up a hand and said, "I"m sorry, but it is. For now, anyway.
Give me results that I can show the other party when they start interrogating me
about why I gave you money, ma'am. We'll take it from there when the time
comes."
Thinking about the meeting as she flew back to Atlanta, Mandi had to admit
that he'd been a bit more reasonable than she'd anticipated.
The meeting had been a test of sorts, of course, for both participants.
She'd made it known through John's NIA offices that she'd wanted a private word
with the President.
Known to be something of a Bible-thumper who didn't really approve of
Mandi's costume or the fact that she professed no interest in religion at all,
the President had nonetheless managed to clear an hour for her on a few day's
notice and he'd listened to her pitch.
In Mandi's opinion, that had proven him at least to be tractable and
reasonable enough to work with, even if he wasn't really very likeable.
Mandi had been able to appear in the Oval Office less than ten minutes after
the President's secretary had called John.
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