Chapter 7‘What’s it to be, Mr President?’
‘Thanks, Jeff, I’ll have a Bud.’
They were relaxing in the clubhouse after another game. Sukova looked out over the golf course to the rolling hills of Maryland. This is how it should be, he thought.
‘You know what, Jeff?’ he said as his Chief of Staff put the drinks down in front of them. ‘There’s just two things spoiling this moment. One is you and all this “Mr President” malarkey. We’re in off-duty time, OK. And in off-duty time I’m Adam and you’re Jeff. Call me Mr President and I’ll call you Mr Stone. Got it?’
‘Yes, sir,’ said Jeff. They’d had this discussion many times over and he knew it annoyed his friend, but habits died hard.
Sukova ignored the tease. ‘Number two is about you again. You’re meant to know everything, right? So how come
