CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
6:45 a.m. Eastern Daylight Time
The Oval Office
The White House
Washington, DC
Mark Baylor glanced around the office.
Three tall windows, with drapes pulled back, still looked out on the Rose Garden. Light was just beginning to fill the sky. Near the center of the office, a comfortable sitting area was situated on top of a lush carpet adorned with the Seal of the President. In the corner, the Resolute Desk was there in its customary spot.
Standing at the closed double doors were two Secret Service agents. Another dozen people, including more Secret Service, fanned out across the room.
Baylor loved everything about this office. His office.
Just in front of him, a man and a woman stood. Photographers snapped pictures of them. One of the men was short and bald. He wo
