At the very least, she decided, I can take Rachael to a nice dinner.The Legal department was on the floor above Helen's, in an area commonly referred ...o as the Executive Suite. The carpet was plusher, the leather chairs were softer and the salaries in this area were in general higher than the rest of the office. Helen, like most of the middle management, did not spend much time up here - although CFO was definitely in her career plans - and walked through the suite with a mixture of admiration. ‘I have presents,’ she says, as Eric sits down next to her. The bag is full of their wildest dreams. A Rabbit Vibrator, a small bullet, lube, some handcuffs, a blindfold and a feather. ‘I think you’re first’ finishes Amber as she hands him the bag. Eric looks into the bag, trying to decide what she needs first. He grabs the Rabbit and looks it up and down. ‘Too much to start with’ And he reaches for the Bullet. He tosses the bag aside, and stands up. Amber walks over to him, and he grabs her. He was now my Deputy Chief of Staff, a big step up from the Vice President’s Chief of Staff. He’d been with me just over a year now, since when he came on board with me after Springboro. I’d been using him as a combination Chief of Staff and body man. Deputy Chief of Staff meant I’d need to find a new body man. One more damn thing to do.I headed to the meeting I had ordered for the morning. It was time to sort this mess out. I grabbed a covered leather clipboard sporting the Presidential Seal. I’d pretty much decided that was my plan.If a road had the word “Interstate” by it I intended to avoid it if at all possible. Stay out of any major cities. We’d head south to Florida from Virginia, then west on a crooked path until I reached my “travel agent”.Which Evie pointed out, was a pretty odd idea, given that “my plan” had been on the New York Times Bestseller list for nearly a year.She arched one eyebrow. “So are we stopping at all the little diners too? I’ve read the book, you know.I.