Chapter Twenty-Four
Doris stared at Ron, jaw agape. His offer to go over the director’s head punched a hole in her anger. Would he really escalate the misunderstanding to the White House? Surely not. But it meant a lot that he would consider going to the president’s wife or at least threaten to do so. Making a big deal out of the situation would only create additional problems. If Director Braverman were telling the truth, and her reputation was in tatters, she should lay low, not attract the attention of the newspapers. Anything associated with Mrs. Roosevelt was newsworthy, especially the efforts she made on behalf of women.
The man sat behind the desk, fingers steepled and placed under his chin, a smug smile on his face. He almost seemed triumphant that he’d ferreted out the so-called
