“What does a newborn baby get him?” I stared at Ian. “He's already president.”
“The president just wants to show his concern for you,” Ian explained patiently. “This baby is his granddaughter. You're family.”
“What an official statement,” I said. “Just this once. I need at least three months off for the rest of the year. During that time, neither I nor my baby could be seen in any media.”
“Deal,” Ian readily agreed.
“I'll give you some time to get ready,” Ian said. “I'll let you know when the president is arriving at the hospital.”
After Ian leaves, Frade gently places the baby in her own crib, where she falls fast asleep without crying or fussing. Frade walks to the bedside, his eyes brimming with anger. I knew he was unhappy with my decision, and as I prepared for his wrath, he just lowered his voice and said, “Why did you agree to his request?”
