Chapter 29Brian looked in the mirror as he walked through the lobby of the mansion. His hair was all gray now, but it served to enhance his image as the elder statesman. He walked into the ballroom where the who's who of national politics schmoozed, toasted, danced, and celebrated in accustomed black-tie. Balloons drifted overhead, and the orchestra played an old Glenn Miller tune. The faces had changed, but the room was timeless.
Brian strode up to the microphone, and the band stopped playing. “Hello, my friends,” he said to an outpouring of applause. “I want to thank you for coming out to celebrate the welcoming of a great teammate. I have the honor of introducing California's new junior Congressman to the fold. I have been proud to count his late father among my closest friends for the
