Chapter 16 : Nothing concrete yet.

Aron's Point of View.

Corridors seem to buzz with activity as constantly as I wander through the White House; there is no waste of time, and everything must be done with a sense of commitment. Every step somehow resonant with the floors, and while the orderliness is palpable, I know the storm rages inside of me, or maybe it has always been there since I was chosen to become the chief of staff of the President but also a man straddling between responsibilities and scepticism.

It is early morning, and the sun streams through the windows in the West Wing; the luxury of the Oval Office envelopes me as I enter. Facing away from the President, the First Lady scowls at him as he leans at the Resolute Desk, which also looks anxious and tired.

“Aron, come in,” the President says, waving me to sit on the chair opposite her. His tone is instead composed, but I can feel the growing tension. "What do we have?"

I sit across from him, and my thoughts are torn in different directions. I pause fo