“Yes, Mrs. Summersfield, what is it?” “Your father is here to see you, Mr. Wainwright.” Zach smiled as he tossed the legal pad aside. “Please show him in.” He was proud of his father, who at fifty-nine didn’t show any signs of slowing down. He was in great shape and enjoyed his job as a senator. He believed his father had accomplished more in his lifetime than most people. He was a hero of the Vietnam War, had worked in private practice as an attorney in Texas and had returned home to Florida where he’d been selected by the mayor as a city commissioner. He’d then run for the office of senator and that was almost four terms ago. He claimed he had one term left before retiring. Zach’s office door opened and his father and his secretary walked in together, laughing and talking. Senator Noah Wainwright was a born politician and had a way of handling people that was genuinely sincere and caring. He was a good man—fair-minded, open-minded and dedicated, and had a definite patent on charisma.
