“Should we talk strategy?” Paul asked, as they approached the White House.
“Nah, we’ll wing it. We’re merely exercising our right to see the President and judge for ourselves,” Larry said.
The First Lady kept them waiting in the Red Room far from the living quarters for thirty minutes, before she saw them. The delay fueled the anger of the trio who were not accustomed to waiting.
Finally, Janet made her grand entrance dressed in a charcoal gray, wool suit over a white silk blouse with soft shoulders and natural slenderizing lines that emphasized her femininity but also made a statement that this was very much a business meeting. Artfully applied make-up camouflaged her weariness. Her smile did not reach her eyes, as she offered her hand to each of the men.
“Good morning, Gentlemen. Ple
