Page 18 of Campaign Season
Cassidy shrugged. "Might not be a bad idea; give them something to chew on," she said, winking as she turned the corner.
Alex shook her head and answered her phone. "Hey, Claire. Yeah. I saw it. Nope. It was just a campaign stop, not a secret mission. But on that note..."
Jameson stretched her neck until it popped gently and closed her eyes.
“Ms. Reid?”
Jameson looked up. One of the young aides Michelle had hired to assist with campaign events stood beside her seat, shifting nervously. She smiled. “Amy, right?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Mm. JD,” Jameson said. “You can call me JD. What can I do for you?”
“Mrs. Russo called. She said to tell you that your fishing expedition landed you some invitations.”
Jameson raised an eyebrow. “To what? Appear on The Fishing Channel?”
“No. Umm. On the Tonight Show.”
“Uh-uh.”
“Tonight,” Amy said.
“Come again?”
“They want to slide you into a spot on the Tonight Show tonight.”
“Um, Amy? It’s almost four. Doesn’t the Tonight Show tape in an hour?”
“Yes?”
“Yes? Is that a question or does it tape in an hour?” Jameson asked, unsure if she was growing frustrated or amused—maybeboth.
“Ms. Russo said that they can get clearance to land in New York instead. The Secret Service cleared it.”
“Mm-hm. And why did Ms. Russo callyouand notme?”
“She said she tried. Twice.”
Jameson grumbled and reached for her personal phone. She thumbed her phone awake and frowned. The screen flickered once before holding steady, a faint watermark still ghosting the glass. She muttered, “Guess it’s more waterlogged than I thought. Damn trout.”
Amy tried not to laugh.
Jameson held down the button, waited for the call to connect, and finally heard Dana’s voice.
“About time,” Dana said. “I’ve been trying to reach you for almost twenty minutes.”
“Well, my phone went swimming. Along with my dignity.”
“You’re fine,” Dana said, brushing past it in that clipped press-secretary tone she’d perfected.
“Don’t use that voice on me, Dana.” Jameson settled back in her chair, letting the exasperation play in her tone. “Why am I hearing from Amy about a Tonight Show ambush instead of you?”
“Because you didn’t answer. Twice.”
“You know, most people would just have someone hand me their phone, not draft a nineteen-year-old into their conspiracy.”
Dana sighed. “JD, you’re trending in five countries. The clip has more views than half of the campaign spots we had Candace record put together.”
