Chapter 24FRITZ FELT HIS PHONE vibrate. “Yes, Mr. President.”
“We're ready to set up, Fritz. Tell the colonel and open up.”
“Yes, sir.”
The doorknob buzzed. Ten soldiers wearing white jackets, black pants, white shirts, and black ties marched into the Oval Office. Moments later, they returned carrying trays and pushing carts filled with covered containers. Plates, silverware, and glassware were set on the conference table. Colonel Mitchell had changed into waiter's livery, except for a slight bulge under his left arm.
The president walked into the hallway. “Atten-hut” flew to Fritz's ears. With the president staring straight at him, Fritz saluted. “Well, this is a little different, huh, Fritz?”
“Yes, sir,” he said, still saluting. The president returned the salute.
“Fritz, you end th
