The steel-colored eyes narrowed, but not in a malicious way. A slightly clouded look came over Alexander’s face. “I don’t make it a secret that she holds a place of privilege with me. Ultimately, if she wants to get into government, then that’s her own choice.” He had turned back toward the stove while speaking. “Do you have any issue with onions in the eggs?”
“No.”
Alexander began to dice half of a white onion, adeptly rocking the blade back and forth and moving gradually down the pale dome from one side to the other. When he was finished, he tossed the heap into the pan, where it hissed loudly and gave off a rising curtain of steam. He turned and began to c***k eggs one by one into a steel mixing bowl, knocking them briskly on the edge with one hand and letting the primordial contents
