He read them, then picked up the phone that connected him with the Duty Officer in the Situation Room."I want the whole National Security team in the ...it. Room, ASAP. Homeland Security and State may still be in the building," he said. Then he issued a modified order: "We won't need the Generals for this."Wentworth began to leave his private quarters, but checked himself. Going back to his desk, he connected the mobile device (it wasn't really just a phone, was it?) to the printer beside his. Now, in spite of the nobility of his countenance, the command of which, like a finished actor, he had carefully studied before the glass, it was by no means easy for him to assume an air of judicial severity. Except the recollection of the line of politics his father had adopted, and which might interfere, unless he acted with the greatest prudence, with his own career, Gerard de Villefort was as happy as a man could be. Already rich, he held a high official situation, though only twenty-seven.. “Barman, Give me a strong drink please, I’m going to need something to bolster me against these silken voiced rogues.”She handed Dave a CD, that he hadn’t noticed her holding in her hand before. “Could you put this on and start it five minutes after I walk into the bedroom to change, please?” Dave was surprised, they had spent some time picking out music for her to dance too, and he had those CD’s ready to go. But took the CD from her hand and nodded, then asked her what she wanted to drink,. ??Mr Elliot I need your signature as these two are over eighteen and under twenty one,??Hey, let me,? Jessica grabbed her form from Elmer and ticked the boxes with a flourish, filling her name in, and handed it to her father as she staunched the bleeding from her nose so only a few crimson splodges dotted the form.Tom signed with a bad grace and they went away.There wasn’t room for all four in the cart so Jessica ran along behind, Elmer put a collar and leash on her but he held it in his hand.