People need to know what you bring to the table.” I set the folder on his desk and as I slowly leave the room, I hear Carlisle insist, “We need more slogans, Matt. Matt lifts his head, waves me in, and suddenly he is watching every step I take into the room. “You have a bit of a sense of humor, which makes you approachable but, god, your stubbornness, Matt.” ” Matt lets out a low, self-assured chuckle.Ĭarlisle sighs. “Really, if that’s what we have to be afraid of. Jacobs will keep on the First Lady issue. He wanted me to learn to be a leader-hell, Benton, it bugs the shit out of me he didn’t let me serve and you know it.” “And make it easier to point out that I was doing other things that my father, the president, had asked me to. As for Gordon-hell, he will throw out everything wrong with you, starting with the fact that you didn’t serve in the military.” Personally, I think Jacobs has let the economy go to shit just so he can come up with a shining plan to save it. You make people afraid, and then you shine the light and don the hat of their savior. “Matt, these two are specialists at attacking. No attacks unless we’re personally attacked-we counterattack. “We’re running a clean campaign-and we’re playing defense. He made many mistakes during his administration. She dons her coat and we say goodbye as she heads to her new office and I head out of mine and toward Matt’s.Īs I approach, I hear the whispers of Carlisle telling Matt, “We should be unearthing the dirt on Jacobs. Once Rhonda and I finally wrap up the beginning campaign schedule, she claps her hands. I think of the things I think about when I curl up alone in my apartment and a warmth of guilt creeps up my cheeks, but I stare down at the schedule and try to regain my focus.

You’ll be spending a lot of time together.” “I do!” I say vehemently, dragging the schedule over to my side and frowning down at it, trying hard to concentrate on it again. “If you believe in him being the solution we’re looking for-” “Charlotte, I’m fifty-five, married twice, with three children,” she says, smiling a bit like my mother did when Matt and his father, the president, came over for dinner and she told me Matt was handsome. Any dirt the parties want to dig up on him, there’s nothing Carlisle hasn’t studied and can easily counterattack.” “He owns the heart of every American simply because we all watched him lose his father the way he did, keep his mother on her feet, and remain pretty down-to-earth and humble despite him being one of the most famous men in the world. “Matt is unshakable right now where he stands.” She looks at me again. She shakes her head, glancing down at the itinerary, slashing a big red line over one event and adding a big red arrow for us to move it to the next day.

“Don’t,” she says quietly, holding my stare.

Mr president by katy evans read online