f, with my bare hands, under the shade of an old oak tree. I buried what was left of

k to the empty G

like a tomb. I walked through the silent rooms, past the

n policy and brokered peace. Behind a false panel in the bookshelf was a small,

ocelyn," he had told me. "For an eme

have imag

ment. It was heavy, official stationery, embossed w

iliar, bold signature.

by grant a full and unconditional

name was blank. T

of the highest order, owed to my father

rump

I didn't have an appointment. I simply presente

, I was in th

weighed down by his office

sorry to hear about your father.

my voice steady. "I'm her

I wanted

t. "Jocelyn, this is... a domestic

the door. "Mr. President

est covered in medals. He looked at me, then at

s not herself. The grief... it's made her irr

, seemingly unstable wife. I could see the doubt in his eyes. Et

bt was to

id slowly. "However, the debt to your father is real. I will not

ed to h

Service detail. She is to be given the title of Presidential Envoy. She will answer only to me

ightened. He ha

are safe now, Jocelyn. You have

no longer just Jocelyn Fuller Sco

Envoy Fuller. And m