Chapter 4: Loyalty and Mississippi
Back in the residence, I went straight back to bed.
When I woke up around noon to eat, Chief of Staff Linda came to check on me and reported that Mr. Reynolds was still waiting outside the West Wing, begging for an audience.
He’d been out there since the morning meeting, and was still there now.
He hadn’t had a sip of water, and ignored everyone trying to talk him down.
Just to see me once.
I raised my eyebrows, a little surprised.
That’s at least seven or eight hours of waiting.
Talk about dedication—what a loyal public servant.
Linda, who’d been a no-nonsense Chicago lawyer in her past life, looked both concerned and exasperated. She muttered, "This ain’t my first rodeo, but D.C. interns are softer than deep-dish crust. He’s starting to freak out the interns, Madam President."