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MY GUESTBOOK
�Congratulations,� Santos said.
�Thank you,� I nodded.
Josh took a breath before diving right back in. �Lou�s right. I have no life. And I don�t know if that�s really how I want it or it it�s just some borderline or not so borderline pathetic pathologic avoidance thing,� Josh said. He paused and then said, �If it�s, you know, okay with you.�
�If it didn�t involve a motorcade I�d drive you to the airport myself,� Santos said. I decided right then and there that I liked him, not as a leader because he had yet to actually lead, but as a person.
Putting his hands over his heart in thanks Josh relaxed a degree. �Thank you, sir,� Josh said before hurrying out of the office. He had a flight to catch and he was determined that he wouldn�t miss it.
�Nice to meet you,� Santos said to me.
�You too,� I said, feeling slightly awkward now that Josh was gone. �Big fan,� I added lamely.
Santos smirked. �You�ve been out of the game for a few years. You ready to hit the ground running?�
�Yes sir,� I nodded.
�And you�re going to make sure I don�t sound like an idiot on Inauguration Day, right?� he asked.
I smiled at that. �Yes sir.�
�Good. The people I�ve already got have potential but, well�� he trailed off.
�Inaugural Addresses aren�t the place for potential,� I nodded.
�Exactly. I�m going to have enough trouble making the country believe that I can do this job. I don�t need to add the image that all I have going for me is potential.�
�Well, I think enough of the country believes you�re up for the job, sir, seeing as you�re here and Arnold Vinick isn�t, but you�re right in as much as having to convince the half of the country that voted for someone else that everyone who did vote for you did the right thing,� I said, hoping I was making sense.