Greystone tossed her a nod. “Thanks, Evelyn.”
“Of course,” Evelyn replied. “Tank, you’re the first family member of Greystone’s that he’s introduced us to. I’ve waited a long time to meet you.”
Teddy couldn’t begin to understand what his brother had had to endure. “I’m glad he had you and your husband.”
While they ate, Teddy said, “I’ve never been to the White House.”
“If you’d like me to arrange a tour, let me know,” Evelyn said.
“Once the mission ends,” he replied.
The conversation continued while they ate. Ten minutes later, Evelyn’s desk phone buzzed.
She answered. “Yes, Mr. Garrison. Thank you, sir.” She hung up, addressed him and Greystone. “The President will see you now.”
Teddy glanced around.
“Whatcha need?” Evelyn asked.
“I want to check my teeth for food,” Teddy replied.
“What?” Greystone asked.
“No way in hell am I briefing the President of the United states with food in my teeth.”
Evelyn laughed. “Smart.” She pointed to a closed door.
Once inside her private restroom, he checked his teeth.Good call.After rinsing his mouth, he checked again.
Back in Evelyn’s office, he said, “Bro, you’re up.”
Greystone vanished into the bathroom. When he exited, Evelyn led them toward the Oval office. Excitement pounded through him. Most guests took a public tour, but he was heading intotheroom itself.
She opened the door, gestured for them to enter, but Teddy stopped.
“After you, ma’am.”
With a kind smile, she walked in. He gestured for Greystone, then followed. The President rose from his desk, buttoned his suit jacket, and made his way over.
“Lieutenant Commander Santini, we meet again,” said President Garrison.
“Good to see you, sir,” Greystone said.
“Mr. President,” Evelyn said, “This is Mr. Theodore Santini, ALPHA BLACK OPS.”
“Mr. President.” Teddy shook the President’s hand. “It’s an honor, sir. I’m a big fan.”
The President chuckled. “That’s always good to hear.” He gestured toward the small sitting area. Again, Teddy held back, waiting for Evelyn and Greystone before making his way over.
Teddy eased onto the sofa next to his brother, the President sat in one of two upholstered chairs, and Evelyn got comfortable across from them on a second sofa.
“Greystone, I understand you’re running BLACK OPS,” the President began.
“It’s a temporary assignment,” Greystone replied.
“Are you flying?”
“Yes, sir,” Greystone replied. “As much as I can, but never enough.”
