Charlotte Kramer: Madam President Part 25

"They didn't say anything."

"At least you didn't have to deal with getting back in. We had to escort our press back into the complex. It was a zoo."

He nodded politely at Dale and then turned back to the TV on his desk. Dale followed his gaze. On one side of the screen, the mayor of New York City was holding a news conference with the police chief, and on the other side of the screen, they were running live footage of Times Square. It looked like a scene from a movie. Emergency vehicles were parked haphazardly in the empty streets. Crowds were gathered at the police perimeter, but the area was otherwise empty except for police and investigators.

Dale s.h.i.+vered and glanced at the bottom of the screen, where the news crawl was spitting out tragic data points like they were sports statistics. Dale read along for a minute and then looked away.

"Ben, I'm sorry to keep bothering you, but those reporters, Lucy and Richard from CBS, have they been hanging around here?"

He s.h.i.+fted in his seat and glanced nervously from the TV to Dale and then to the TV again. She wasn't imagining his discomfort.

"Did something happen with them?" she probed.

"Not that I know of."

"You don't happen to know where they are?" Dale asked.

His eyes darted to the hallway that led to the vice president's office. "Uh, no," he said.

"It's not your job to keep tabs on the press. That's our job. Thanks for everything. Please ask Craig to call me when he has a free moment."

Dale walked down the short hallway that separated the chief of staff's office from the vice president's office. The hallway dead-ended into two separate suites. To the left, the national security advisor and his a.s.sistant shared a large office. Dale nodded at Tim's a.s.sistant, who was watching the small TV on her desk. Tim was probably in with the president. To the right, the vice president's secretary had a small desk behind which the vice president's large West Wing office was located. The remaining members of the vice president's staff were housed in the Old Executive Office Building, where the vice president had a ceremonial office that was mostly used for photo ops and bill signings. Several members of the vice president's security detail were gathered around a second desk that had been squeezed into the corner of the reception area. When Dale entered the suite, the vice president's secretary looked up. The look on her face said everything. It was as if she'd been caught committing a crime. Even the Secret Service agents looked as if they were antic.i.p.ating something interesting in terms of a confrontation. Dale held her finger to her lips to silence the vice president's secretary and stood there without speaking long enough to hear several loud voices speaking in an animated fas.h.i.+on inside. She was certain that the female voice she heard belonged to Lucy, and she thought she'd heard Craig shush her when the conversation grew too loud. A million red flags went off in her mind, but she forced herself to think before she acted. Why was Craig in there instead of in the Oval Office with the president? Why were Lucy and Richard in with the vice president? Why would the vice president be talking to reporters? If Dale hadn't been so exasperated, she might have laughed at the absurdity of the rogue news anchors finagling their way into the vice president's office on the day of a terror attack. Dale had her hand on the doork.n.o.b and was about to barge in when Marguerite appeared in the doorway and pulled her away.

"I have an emergency call for you from the SECDEF."

"From Melanie?"

"Yes. She said to find you and get you on the phone immediately."

Dale watched the vice president's secretary breathe a sigh of relief as Dale turned to follow Marguerite back to her office.

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE.

Charlotte Shouldn't we place the teleprompter exactly where it will be later tonight?" Charlotte asked.

"They're working on it, Madam President," Sam said calmly.

Staffers from the White House event production office were frantically rearranging the furniture in the Oval Office to make room for the camera equipment and lights. Charlotte's national security advisor had convened the deputy director of the FBI, the White House counterterrorism advisor, and the two presidential speechwriters Melanie had deputized to make any of Charlotte's edits to the speech after her first formal read-through.

"Should we have some normal people in here?" Charlotte asked.

"Ma'am?"

"You know, people who can listen to the speech the way normal Americans will hear it later tonight."

Her advisors looked at her blankly.

"Sam!" Charlotte called.

"Yes, ma'am?"

"Can you ask Brooke and Mark to come down here?" Charlotte requested.

"Yes, ma'am. What about Mr. Kramer?"

Charlotte paused. "He can come, if he wants," she concluded.

Sam reentered the Oval Office a minute later. "Madam President, I have the Miami mayor on the phone. His a.s.sistant said that he just returned from the site, and he's heading back to the port in a few minutes, but if you'd like to speak to him now, he has time."

"Yes, of course I'll talk to him," she said, and picked up the call. "Mr. Mayor, this is Charlotte Kramer. I'm sorry to take you away from more important duties, but I wanted to express my condolences and a.s.sure you that the entire federal government is at your disposal today, and in the days and weeks to come."

"Thank you, Madam President. I'm sure we'll be taking you up on that offer. It's an unspeakable scene and one that I never thought I'd see in my lifetime."

"We are standing by and ready to a.s.sist in any way you need."

"I don't even know what to ask for, ma'am. I've been watching them pull bodies out of the water since I arrived at the port a few minutes after the explosion - all ages, and I tell you, there's nothing that prepares you to see a child in that sort of situation."

"I am praying for all of you. I will do everything I can for the victims and for their families. Please tell your first responders that the White House is prepared to send down any additional resources they need. I understand there's an elite dive unit a.s.sisting with the rescue operation."

"Yes, ma'am. I'm afraid that what they're really helping with is more recovery than rescue, but we're grateful for the help."

"Is there anything else you need at this moment?"

"Madam President, our police chief is having a tough time getting much information out of the FBI about the suspects that were picked up down here."

"I'll direct the FBI to place a call to your police chief as soon as you and I hang up."

"Thank you, ma'am."

"Thank you, Mr. Mayor. We'll be in touch."

Charlotte closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. To go from thinking about the details of a heavily scripted speech to the nation from deep inside the fortified presidential complex to hearing about the grisly details of the human suffering that was taking place outside made her question every decision she'd made that day.

"Do you need a minute, Madam President?" Sam asked.

"No," she replied brusquely.

"Would you like to rehea.r.s.e the speech a couple of times in the family theater or in your private dining room while they finish setting up in there?" Sam asked quietly.

"No. I would not. The point was to simulate what I'm going to have to do tonight, which is to deliver the speech from behind my desk, and at the moment, I'm not sure what the h.e.l.l I'm doing here at all. Shouldn't I be at one of the sites? Comforting these people?"

"Do you want me to ask Tim to come in?"

"No!" she yelled.

Sam remained calm.

"Why can't I rehea.r.s.e in the Oval?" Charlotte asked after a minute had pa.s.sed.

"The staff needs a couple of hours alone in the Oval Office to set it up for tonight. They are not accustomed to doing this while the president of the United States is hovering over them," Sam explained patiently.

Charlotte peered into the Oval Office and noticed two heavy-set men in suits straining to move one of the sofas. One of them had beads of sweat pouring off his forehead. Both of their faces were bright red.

"Fine. We'll practice in the family theater."

Sam looked relieved when she went to deliver the news to Monty and the speechwriters. The group followed her down the hall from the Oval Office to the theater in the East Wing.

Charlotte had taken Melanie's advice to close ranks after the leak from the PEOC, and only a small group of advisors sat in the front row of the theater a couple of feet away from her. Charlotte fidgeted with the pages in front of her and squinted at the teleprompter screens.

"Can you see the panels?" Monty asked quietly.

"Not really."

Monty handed her three pairs of gla.s.ses. She selected one and looked at the panels again.

"The letters are smaller. Can someone adjust the font size?"

"It's the same as always, Madam President," one of the speechwriters replied.

"Then my eyes have deteriorated since the last time I used that thing," she said, pointing at the teleprompter.

While Monty kneeled next to the teleprompter operator to instruct him to increase the font size, Charlotte remembered that also she hadn't been able to see the teleprompter six months earlier, when they'd practiced the State of the Union address.

"Madam President, the press office needs a length on the speech for the nets, so when you're ready, we'll start timing. Feel free to stop, but before you start again, just give me a second to get the timer back on," one of the speechwriters requested.

She scanned the familiar faces in the front row. It was maddening to be tucked away in the soundproof, windowless movie theater while cities burned.

"Ready, Madam President?"

"One second - Tim, you'll do a final interagency-check with the CIA, FBI, and DOD?"

"Yes, ma'am. It's under way right now."

"And you guys will coordinate with Melanie on any changes to the speech?" she asked.

The speechwriters nodded.

"We'll wait one more minute for our ordinary Americans, and then we'll get started."

While they were waiting, Tim approached the president at the podium. "You spoke to the Carmichaels?"

"I did."

"That must have been extremely difficult."

"They were unbelievable. They asked if there was anything they could do for me. They asked how I was holding up. Can you imagine?"

Tim shook his head. "I'm sure they appreciated your call, Madam President."

"I invited them to come to the White House tomorrow. I told them I'd like to express my condolences in person."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Tim, is anyone working on a day of remembrance? We should have a memorial service somewhere in Was.h.i.+ngton or in the East Room for all the victims and their families. Maybe we should do it at the National Cathedral? And I'd like to travel to all of the sites as soon as possible."

"Yes, ma'am. I'll make sure someone is working on that."

"My preference is to visit the sites before the memorial service. In fact, I'd like to go down to the Mall first thing in the morning or tonight after the address and travel to the four sites tomorrow. Is that doable?"

"We'll work on it."

"I'm already tired of that answer."

Tim turned to greet Brooke and Mark. "Our ordinary people have arrived," he said.

Brooke was wearing navy slacks and a crisp white blouse. Mark had on dark jeans, a dress s.h.i.+rt, and a sportcoat and was carrying a yellow legal pad and a fancy pen. They took the last two seats in the front row.

"Just listen to the speech, and let me know what you think. Be honest," Charlotte urged.

Mark saluted her and removed the cap from his pen.

"Whenever you're ready, Madam President," Monty prompted.

Charlotte started reading the words displayed on the panels in front of her, but inside her, rage was building. She kept replaying the Miami mayor's words over and over: I've been watching them pull bodies out of the water. Her thoughts turned to revenge.

CHAPTER FORTY-SIX.

Melanie Melanie didn't want to involve Brian in her trap, but she didn't have many options. She let his phone ring five times. When it went to voice mail, she hung up and called her a.s.sistant, Annie.

"Can you get Brian on the line, please? And tell him that nothing is wrong; I have a work question."

Annie had him on the line in less than a minute.