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Authors: Brad Meltzer
Tags: Fiction, LEGAL, Suspense, Psychological, Political, Large Type Books, Washington (D.C.), Dating (Social Customs), Political Fiction, Children of Presidents
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Simon shoots me a look, and a hiccup of bile stabs up from my stomach. If he does know, he's playing games. And if he doesn't . . . I don't care if he doesn't. As soon as we're out of here, I'm calling in some favors.
With a quick nod, we move to the person on Julian's right. Daniel L. Serota. A shared smile engulfs the rest of the room. Here comes Danny L.
Everyone hired by the Counsel's Office brings their own personal strength to the office. Some of us are smart, some are politically connected, some are good at dealing with the press, and some are good at dealing with pressure.
Danny L? He's good at dealing with large documents.
He scratches the front of his glasses with his fingernails, trying to remove a smudge. As always, his dark hair is out of control. "The Israelis had it right. I went through every MEMCON we have on file," he explains, referring to the memoranda of conversations, which are taken by aides when the President talks to a head of state. "The President and the Prime Minister never even speculated about how the hardware got there. And they certainly never mentioned U.N. interference."
"And you got through every MEMCON that was in Records Management?" Simon asks.
"Yeah. Why?"
"There were over fifteen thousand pages in there."
Danny L. doesn't skip a beat. "So?"
Simon shakes his head, while Pam leans over to pat Danny L. on the back. "You're my hero," she tells him. "You really are."
As the laughter dies down, I continue to fight my panic. Simon's enjoying himself too much. That doesn't bode well for what he was doing in the woods. At first, I liked to think he was a victim. Now I'm not so sure.
My mind churns through the possibilities as Pam takes her turn. The associate in charge of background checks for judicial appointments, Pam knows all the dirt about our country's future judges. "We have about three that should be ready for announcement by the end of the week," she explains, "including Stone for the Ninth Circuit."
"What about Gimbel?" Simon asks.
"On the D.C. Circuit? He's one of the three. I'm waiting for some final paperw--"
"So everything checks out with him? No problems?" Simon interrupts in a skeptical tone.
Something's wrong. He's setting Pam up.
"As far as I know, there're no problems," Pam says hesitantly. "Why?"
"Because at the Senior Staff meeting this morning, someone told me there are rumors floating around that Gimbel had an illegitimate child with one of his old secretaries. Apparently, he's been sending them hush money for years."
The consequences quickly sink in. As the room falls silent, all eyes turn toward Pam. Simon's going to hammer her on this one. "We've got an election that's two months away," he begins, his tone unnervingly composed, "and a President who just signed major legislation against deadbeat dads. So what do we do for an encore? We tell the world that Hartson's current judicial candidate has intimate knowledge of our newest law." Across the room, I see Julian and a few others laugh. "Don't even snicker," Simon warns. "In all the time I've been here, I can't remember the last time I've seen all three branches of government collide so embarrassingly."
"I'm sorry," Pam says. "He never mentioned anything abou--"
"Of course he didn't mention it--that's why it's called a background check." Simon's voice remains calm, but he's losing his patience. He must've taken plenty of heat in Senior Staff to be this worked up--and with Bartlett's campaign slowly closing in, all the bigshots are on edge. "Isn't that your job, Ms. Cooper? Isn't that the point?"
"Take it easy, Edgar," a female voice interrupts. I turn to my right and see Caroline Penzler wagging a finger from the couch. Dressed in a cheap wool blazer despite the warm weather, the heavyset Caroline is Pam's supervisor on nominations. She's also one of the few people in the room who's not afraid of Simon. "If Gimbel kept it quiet and there's no paper trail, it's almost impossible
Simon shoots me a look, and a hiccup of bile stabs up from my stomach. If he does know, he's playing games. And if he doesn't . . . I don't care if he doesn't. As soon as we're out of here, I'm calling in some favors.
With a quick nod, we move to the person on Julian's right. Daniel L. Serota. A shared smile engulfs the rest of the room. Here comes Danny L.
Everyone hired by the Counsel's Office brings their own personal strength to the office. Some of us are smart, some are politically connected, some are good at dealing with the press, and some are good at dealing with pressure.
Danny L? He's good at dealing with large documents.
He scratches the front of his glasses with his fingernails, trying to remove a smudge. As always, his dark hair is out of control. "The Israelis had it right. I went through every MEMCON we have on file," he explains, referring to the memoranda of conversations, which are taken by aides when the President talks to a head of state. "The President and the Prime Minister never even speculated about how the hardware got there. And they certainly never mentioned U.N. interference."
"And you got through every MEMCON that was in Records Management?" Simon asks.
"Yeah. Why?"
"There were over fifteen thousand pages in there."
Danny L. doesn't skip a beat. "So?"
Simon shakes his head, while Pam leans over to pat Danny L. on the back. "You're my hero," she tells him. "You really are."
As the laughter dies down, I continue to fight my panic. Simon's enjoying himself too much. That doesn't bode well for what he was doing in the woods. At first, I liked to think he was a victim. Now I'm not so sure.
My mind churns through the possibilities as Pam takes her turn. The associate in charge of background checks for judicial appointments, Pam knows all the dirt about our country's future judges. "We have about three that should be ready for announcement by the end of the week," she explains, "including Stone for the Ninth Circuit."
"What about Gimbel?" Simon asks.
"On the D.C. Circuit? He's one of the three. I'm waiting for some final paperw--"
"So everything checks out with him? No problems?" Simon interrupts in a skeptical tone.
Something's wrong. He's setting Pam up.
"As far as I know, there're no problems," Pam says hesitantly. "Why?"
"Because at the Senior Staff meeting this morning, someone told me there are rumors floating around that Gimbel had an illegitimate child with one of his old secretaries. Apparently, he's been sending them hush money for years."
The consequences quickly sink in. As the room falls silent, all eyes turn toward Pam. Simon's going to hammer her on this one. "We've got an election that's two months away," he begins, his tone unnervingly composed, "and a President who just signed major legislation against deadbeat dads. So what do we do for an encore? We tell the world that Hartson's current judicial candidate has intimate knowledge of our newest law." Across the room, I see Julian and a few others laugh. "Don't even snicker," Simon warns. "In all the time I've been here, I can't remember the last time I've seen all three branches of government collide so embarrassingly."
"I'm sorry," Pam says. "He never mentioned anything abou--"
"Of course he didn't mention it--that's why it's called a background check." Simon's voice remains calm, but he's losing his patience. He must've taken plenty of heat in Senior Staff to be this worked up--and with Bartlett's campaign slowly closing in, all the bigshots are on edge. "Isn't that your job, Ms. Cooper? Isn't that the point?"
"Take it easy, Edgar," a female voice interrupts. I turn to my right and see Caroline Penzler wagging a finger from the couch. Dressed in a cheap wool blazer despite the warm weather, the heavyset Caroline is Pam's supervisor on nominations. She's also one of the few people in the room who's not afraid of Simon. "If Gimbel kept it quiet and there's no paper trail, it's almost impossible
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