Sleet tapped the window of the Oval Office dining room. They had agreed to his turf; familiar goldwork helped him relax. TЯ★mp paused in the doorway, waiting for the room to acknowledge him.
Hakeem Jeffries, the first Black Speaker, rose, smiled, smoothed a crease in his pinstriped jacket and offered a firm handshake. Chuck Schumer remained seated, glasses low on his nose. He could look down at the president without moving his head.
TЯ★mp carefully lowered his considerable bulk into the chair, adjusted a gold cufflink and laid a Sharpie on the table.
