Fiddlehead (The Clockwork Century 5)

He froze, one hand on the knob.

“Not that we can have a private chat at this point, given the state of the door, but I would appreciate the gesture all the same. Mr. President?”

He found his voice. “Yes?”

“The door. ”

Slowly, he drew it shut until it clicked into the frame.

Katharine Haymes was seated behind Desmond Fowler’s desk, more perfectly at home than if her own name had graced the glass before it was broken. She wore a pair of reading glasses, which she now took off and set on a dictionary that Fowler had probably never opened. “Please,” she urged, gesturing with a pen in her hand. “Won’t you sit down?”

The president’s head swam with confusion and embarrassment, but a fresh infusion of anger steadied it. “I will, but not at your request. This isn’t your office to occupy, Miss Haymes. ”

“Nor yours to vandalize, Mr. President. Let’s have a civilized talk instead, shall we?” As he made his way to one of the chairs that faced the desk, she added, “Could I make you a drink?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Get me off my toes and into my cups. ”

“I’m only being courteous. Why? Are you implying that I might do something untoward if I could compromise your faculties?”

“No such thing was implied,” he responded, trying to keep the hint of defensiveness out of his voice. But he was off-kilter already, thrown by the situation. He wouldn’t have admitted it, but the drink might well have sharpened him.

“Well, in my experience, people who break into offices rarely have polite intentions, so you’ll have to pardon me. But you were going to do that anyway. ”

“It doesn’t work like that. ”

“It doesn’t?” She cocked her head. “Desmond tells me otherwise. But you and I both know that the world doesn’t run on his word. He certainly likes to think so, though, doesn’t he?”

Grant sniffed. “So what does that make you? The power behind the throne?”

“Oh no, don’t be silly. I stand behind no throne, Mr. President. Not his. Not yours. ”

“But you came to us. You’re the one who needed a deal. ”

She shook her head. “No, I didn’t need one. I merely wanted one, and Mr. Fowler made it easy for me. I don’t require your clemency any more than I require your affection or respect. My time and my money are my own, and I’ve never needed permission to make use of either. I won’t start asking now. ”

“So why, then? What game are you playing at?” he asked, determined not to be led in circles.

“The same game I always play, and I always win. ” She leaned back in the Secretary of State’s oversized chair. It made her look small, almost childlike.

Grant reminded himself that it was an illusion. “What are you so afraid of?” he asked her.

“Afraid?”

“Only the frightened are so hungry for power. ”

“Oh,” she said, appearing to consider this. “I see. You think I’m compensating for some loss, or gathering up my coins against the coming storm. Not so at all, I’m afraid. I like games, and I like being in charge. The economics of warfare are a perfect fit. ”

“For a woman?”

Her eyebrows tensed into something very close to a frown. “For me. It’s not my fault you fellows are so reluctant to let us play. Worried you’ll be beaten by a lady, I expect. ”

“That’s got nothing to do with it. ” The protest sounded a bit weak, even in his own head. “I’m not remotely concerned about being bested by you, or anyone else. ”

“You ought to be. You won’t be president much longer, Mr. Grant. What power you have, you’ve squandered. You’ve passed it off to men who are weaker than you, but quicker and cleverer. And you’re reaping the rewards already. Their crimes are your responsibility. ” She shrugged prettily, wickedly. “Perhaps you’re comfortable with that. For all I know, it’s the most useful truth you learned in the army—how the man on top is the one who takes the blame. Tell me, do you think that’s why you were allowed to become president?”

“I wasn’t ‘allowed’ the office. I was granted it by the voters. ”

“Whatever you prefer to tell yourself, sir. But if you think for a moment that the rest of us had nothing to do with your appointment, then you know less about how the world works than I thought. ”