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have to pass.”
    Jori scoffed. “And what are you gonna be doing when you don’t go?” she asked. “Sitting around thinking about what Bruce is doing at the session?”
    Anita glowered out of her window into the dark night as she considered her offer. Then, with her final answer in mind, she stood up and made her way to her bathroom, sighing dramatically.
    “Ugh, whatever. Fine .”

Chapter Three
    “I know it sounds crazy.” Anita tried to sound cautious, yet calming. She stood her ground in front of President Holland even though the face he made suggested her had just eaten a rancid hamster.
    “You’re right about that. It’s absolutely mad!” he barely let her finish. “Harrington.” He turned his attention to Bruce.
    Anita knew she had lost the floor for the rest of this conversation, and that if she wanted it back, she was going to have to fight for it.
    “Did you even read this nonsense?” he jabbed his pointer finger into the stack of papers that made up the proposed resolution.
    Bruce gave him a curt nod, but otherwise, no other sign of distress. “Yes. I assisted in writing it.”
    The president released a deep, heavy breath and stood up. As he rounded the table, he faced Bruce. “So, this is what you want? This is what you’re willing to stand in front of 112 nations and present? Are you kidding me?”
    Anita had to focus almost all of her energy on trying not to roll her eyes. She didn’t appreciate the fact that Holland acted more often than not like a father instead of a president. “With all due respect, Mr. President, did you even read the resolution?”
    Holland glowered at him. “What kind of question is that? It is because I read it that I am disputing it.”
    “The resolution is foolproof.” Bruce’s assertive voice filled the room.
    Anita couldn’t help but be impressed by it.
    “Really? Giving Israel weapons is foolproof?”
    “We cannot put troops on their soil. They will see that, not only as aggressively disrespectful, but also as the first phase of some sort of second Middle Eastern bloc,” Bruce argued.
    “But the UN will never agree to donating weapons.” Holland practically hissed this.
    “We are not donating anything!” Anita yelled.
    It was as the two men turned to look at her that she realized she had made a mistake. She sounded almost shrill. After clearing her throat, she added, “It is an investment into our future. If the UN puts troops on Israel’s soil, they will see this as us disrespecting their sovereignty, but if we simply give them resources, they will feel more like an ally, and we will not have to worry about them seeking help from anyone else to drive us out.”
    “And what if they use these weapons against us?” Holland asked.
    Bruce smirked. The expression was so inappropriate, given the context, that Anita and Holland both turned to stare at him. “You see the conversation we’re having right now?” he asked.
    Anita reveled at his confidence. It profoundly bothered her that he could be so sure of himself when he had been on the job for less than two weeks and was already drafting controversial literature. Where did he get off thinking that he could talk to the president like that? Her president, the one who she had stayed up late with in campaigning offices trying to win him the House; the one she had had jovial beers with after hours; the one whose wife she used to get her nails done with; the one who not only promised her job, but reassured her of her capacity to do it. Where did he get off literally falling from the heavens and thinking that he could then control her president? She didn’t care that they were on the same side. She wanted her goddamn spot back. “Is this funny to you?”
    Bruce raised an eyebrow at her, as if surprised that she was turning on him like this. “No, but it is ironic.”
    Holland shifted his feet, cocking his head at him, his facial features twisted into a confused expression. “Please, enlighten me.”