Chapter 47
The sun has set by the time Margaret closes her laptop and heads home. She wanders down the hall to her quarters, thinking how strange it is to live in the White House. Elegant and pristine, her new abode screams wealth and royalty, and neither appeals. She thinks of Amira and smiles. It won’t be long, and Amira will make this place a home.
Margaret’s assistant greets her at the door. Stephen notes her cheerfulness and tired eyes.
“Ma’am, did you have lunch today?”
“I didn’t have time and forgot.”
“You know we’ve talked about that. Please, go and sit by the fire. I’ll bring you appetizers and have poured a glass of cabernet already. It’s on the side table, waiting for you. Dinner will be served shortly.”
“What would I do without you?” She reaches and gives Stephen a quick
