Page 10 of Campaign Season
"Fish. She's going fishing with Aubrey Peters."
"Oh. Maybe Steelhead trout?"
"I need to call Kevin."
"Kevin?" he asked. "The chef? That Kevin?"
"Is there another Kevin here?"
"I can call?—"
"On second thought, maybe I'll pay him a visit."
"Madam—"
"Is it urgent?" Candace asked.
"What?"
"The reason you came into my office—is it urgent?"
"Not urgent. You have a meeting with Gil in twenty minutes."
"Is it that late already?"
Luke nodded.
"Mm. Well, maybe Gil will know how to cook trout," Candace mumbled to herself.
"Madam Pres?—"
"For God's sake, Luke. No one is here. Stop making me feel like I run a house of ill repute."
Luke chuckled. "Do you want to review anything before Gil gets here?"
"No. Just do me a favor and find Alex."
"I just saw Joshua," he replied.
"Alex, Luke. I'd like her to sit in."
"I'll get her," he promised.
"And Luke?"
"Yes?"
"Find out if anyone knows how to cook trout."
"You realize you could simply ask Kevin to cook it for you—if Jameson comes back with anything."
Candace rolled out of her chair and took a seat behind her desk. "Oh, she'll come back withsomething," she quipped.
Luke nodded and left the office, gently closing the door behind him.
"Everything all right?" Carol asked from her desk.
"Did the president seem okay to you this morning?" he asked.
