Dogs
“It was eight P.M. and he would have liked to go home, but the president was still working in the Oval and that meant everybody was working late. "Yes, Kathy?" “Joanne Flaherty is still waiting to see you,” his secretary said.
“Who?”
“Joanne Flaherty. You sent her out to Tyler this afternoon.”
“Oh, right. Well…all right, show her in.”
Flaherty bustled in. The deputy rose. “I’m sorry you had to wait, Joanne. We’re right in the middle of—well, it’s always something. You know,” he said, including her among those who knew, smiling wryly. The deputy was known for his charm.
“Oh, yes, of course,” she said cozily, and he remembered why he disliked her. “But I think you’ll want to hear what’s going on in Tyler. There’s a real opportunity here, Terry.”
It was not her place to tell him what was an opportunity, and he had not asked her to use his first name.
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