The new President of the United States was speaking. Jake listened, but his mind was wandering. He had spoken with her just moments ago. It seemed surreal to see her at her desk in a secure location. Vivian Walker seemed composed. Focused. Pissed off. From what he understood, the Democrats were grooming her for the ticket in the next election. The DNC was scheduled for the following September. After talking to Vivian, Jake would be surprised if she ran for office again. It was not that she was scared. She was disgusted. Jake sighed. He wondered for the hundredth time why he had distrusted his father. Was it a sixth sense? Was it something instilled by his mother? Instinct? According to Vivian, his suspicions had been accurate. Yet, she respected Gabriel. Mourned his passing. Expressed her regrets. Paid her respects to Jake and his family. Said she understood how hard this would be on his family. She would do all in her ability to protect Jake, Hallie, and Macy. He had nodded numbly. Then, she had handed him the manila folder that he held in his hand now.
