CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT
November 20
7:10 p.m. Eastern Standard Time
The White House Residence
Washington, DC
Susan was dressed like a teenager.
She had changed into a favorite pair of old blue jeans, faded and ripped and sprung in all the right spots. She wore a hooded yellow sweatshirt. She was in bare feet.
She was living in the White House again, a place that frankly creeped her out, and her family had gone back to California. So she might as well make herself as comfortable as she could.
It had been a whirlwind couple of days. Hundreds of calls of congratulations and well wishes had come in from across the globe. Susan had taken the most important world leaders—and would try to respond to the secondary ones over the coming days. Yet, to her surprise, even rebel groups had also call
