“What about scheduling conflicts for myself?”
“Have an assistant keep your schedule on our website, and we’ll endeavor not to interfere with important committee meetings or votes. We will accept your judgment on what you can’t miss. Anything else?”
“Nothing, Holly. I’ll await your instructions. One comment, though: I expect there will be venues where a country band might be more attractive to the audience than Dixieland. I’ll leave it to the campaign to decide which bands and which venues.”
“I’ll pass that along. Welcome aboard, Peter. I hope we’ll be together for a long time.”
“So do I.” They both hung up. Peter took a deep breath to calm himself. This was his second step; the first had been his conversation with Stone Barrington. He would note this in his diary, which he kept secret from everyone but his wife.
Moments later Peter’s secretary, Anna Lopez, came into his office, followed by a man pushing a hand truck containing two large cardboard boxes. “This came from Holly Barker,” she said.
“Have a seat, Anna,” he said, then waved goodbye to the porter. “We need to talk.” He noticed a look of concern flicker over her face, and he held up a hand. “Nothing like that, poorly chosen words. It’s just that you have a decision to make, and I stress that whatever you decide will be gratefully accepted by me. There is no wrong answer.”
“What is the question, Senator?”
“You have to choose between two jobs: one is what you’re doing now, but with increased authority over the staff. Your title will be administrative officer, and you will move up one civil service grade. The other may be less attractive to you.”
“And what is that?” she asked.
“You will take a leave of absence from my Senate office and work directly for me, paid by me, with an increase in salary, at an office in my home.”
She looked concerned again. She was an attractive woman with a lot of experience working in the Capitol, and she was adept at fending off passes gracefully. “Yes?”
“Secretary of State Holly Barker has asked me to join her campaign as one of a few surrogates who will speak for her when she is unavailable, or when an event may not be important enough to her election to require her attendance. I would like for you to manage my time, keep my speaking schedule, with attention to conflicts with Senate votes and committee hearings, and essentially hold it all together. The hours may be odd and long.”
“May I assume that your participation has a long-range purpose, beyond getting the secretary elected?”
“You may assume anything you like,” Peter replied with a small, conspiratorial smile. “Let’s say that I hope you won’t be working in my basement for too very long.”
“What will you do, if Ms. Barker is not elected?”
“You and I will both return to this work and wait for another day.”
“Then my decision is to accept your second offer,” she said.
“Good. You may choose your successor in this office, and you may hire another person to assist you, at a salary you designate. I hardly need tell you what a high level of intelligence, hard work, and integrity I will expect from such a person, because you have, yourself, long maintained that standard.”
“Thank you, Senator. Now, what should I do with these boxes?”
“Have them delivered to my house, along with yourself. There is parking in my basement, and you will find a couple of usable rooms there. Start outfitting them for your use and that of your assistant.
“Thank you for your service to the United States Senate. You are now relieved from your duties for an undetermined length of absence.”
Anna Lopez turned to her new work.
29
Ari Kramer sat in his obsessively neat dormitory room — his residence for the summer term in Cambridge — selecting, shredding, and discarding any materials that he would not be needing or archiving at his faculty storage unit, which he was being allowed to keep until he had a more permanent address. It was early on his last day at the TA job.
His laptop computer made a noise that indicated he was receiving a Skype call, a program he favored as he preferred it to actual face-to-face meetings with strangers. He swung around in his chair and faced the machine, then answered the call. A man wearing a business suit and facial bandages appeared before him.
“Good morning, Mr. Kramer,” the man said. “My name is William Smith. We have not met. I apologize for my appearance, but I am recovering from an accident, pending further surgeries.”
“What is the purpose of this call?” Ari asked in his typically blunt manner.
“It is in the nature of a job interview,” Smith replied.
“What sort of a job?”
“A political job, one as chief speechwriter and advisor to a candidate for office. There may be other duties attached as well.”
“Who is the candidate?”
“If we can agree to terms I will tell you that at the end of this conversation.”
“When does the job start?”
“Today. I believe this is your last week as a TA.”
“Correct. Describe my duties in more detail.”
“The candidate is one who presents well to the public, but needs to be coached in certain skills, such as the natural use of a teleprompter. He must also be trained never to speak extemporaneously, as he is prone to gaffes. You must be in constant contact with him, through Skype, which he currently uses to keep in touch with a number of women in his home state and in Washington.”
“Is he married?”
“Divorced, twice. He will have handlers who will discourage him from being alone with women.”
“I don’t have to ‘handle’ him?”
“Only his speeches and, perhaps, political strategies and his intellect, which is superficial. He appears to know a great deal about a great many subjects, but his facts are often wrong, and you must guard against that.”
“Why are you considering me for this post?”
“I have read much of what you have written while at Harvard, which is considerable, and I’ve spent time with a member of the Harvard recruitment board, who has taken an interest in you. I have liked what I have heard.”
“Do you understand that I have certain limitations where communication with others is required?”
“I do, just as I understand my own current limitations in that regard. And I believe yours are surmountable. I understand, for instance, that you communicate orally better through Skype than through actual contact.”
“That is correct, at least with strangers. I have no problem with face-to-face contact with people I know and have experience with. What does the job pay?”
“One hundred thousand dollars.”
“For the whole campaign?”
“Per month.”
Ari sucked in a quick breath. “That is acceptable,” he said. “Who is the candidate?”
“Joseph Box, the junior senator from Florida.”
“I can see how you might think he needs my help,” Ari said.
“One of the things I have noted in your writings, Ari, if I may call you that, is that you seem able to assume any political stance — whether or not you are in agreement with it — and defend your position. A happy skill in a debater or a political operative. One of the things you will need to do is to help select policy positions for Box to use in his campaign. Some of these positions brush against the far right, but most would be described as right-center, though not far enough right to put off college-educated white men and women and independents.”