Lethal Trajectories - Michael Conley [110]
“I really don’t think we’ll have to sell them on the crisis. The rising gasoline prices at the pump, the long lines that’ll follow, and the sold-out signs that’ll soon appear will tell them we’re in a crisis. It will hit them at home and at work, and most of all in their pocketbook. The hardest challenge will be convincing them that the sacrifices they’ll be asked to make are necessary and equitable, and that they will solve the problem. People need to know there’s a light at the end of the tunnel.”
Clayton nodded appreciatively. Her wise answer confirmed that the question he was about to ask was the right one.
“Elizabeth, it’s late, and we’re both tired, but I’ve given a great deal of thought to what I’m about to ask—and so has President Burkmeister. I need to find a new vice president to succeed me, and frankly, I can think of no one better than you. Would you be willing to consider this new assignment?”
Clayton remained silent as he watched Elizabeth process his question.
“I’m surprised and flattered, Mr. Vice President, and I can only wonder what made you select me over all the other potential candidates out there.”
“That’s a fair question, but before I answer, I would like to ask that you continue to call me Clayton in private as you always have. Now, back to your question; the short answer is that there are many reasons you were my first choice for the assignment. First, you are a proven diplomat with the international expertise I need; second, you know the issues and can hit the street running; and last, I’m comfortable working with you and I trust your judgment. Your involvement and experience will play a crucial part in the success of my administration.”
“Thank you, Clayton. Those are kind words, and I think you know I also hold you in high regard. You mentioned the president; I’m curious about his thoughts on the matter.”
“He feels the same as I do, Elizabeth. I think it’s safe to say that if he were in my shoes, he’d probably make the same choice.”
“I’m flattered, but I learned long ago that it’s wise to sleep on any major decision.”
“That makes perfect sense, Elizabeth. I’ve been in your shoes! My intent tonight was not to push for an immediate answer—unless it was a flat-out no—but rather to offer it for your consideration.”
“In that case, I would very much like to discuss it further with you. I’m particularly interested in the role you see me filling in the cabinet, as well as a discussion of job boundaries considering my current position and the plans for Safe Harbors. Your schedule will be busier than mine, Clayton. Can you propose a meeting time? I hope you know that I’m extremely interested in this offer.”
“Thank you, Elizabeth. I’ll get back to you tomorrow, but let’s count on meeting within forty-eight hours. I don’t need to tell you that your nomination would have to be approved by Congress, and that process involves a certain amount of contentious drudgery—but you’ve been through the confirmation process before as secretary of state and know how that game is played.”
“I understand and have no problem with that. On a personal note, Clayton, I’d also like to tell you I appreciate the tremendous pressure you are under. You’re in my thoughts and prayers.”
“Thanks, Elizabeth. I appreciate that very much. And thanks for your time tonight—it’s late, and I’ll leave you to sleep on my question. See you tomorrow.”
He walked her to the door. Jack was talking to Maggie in the kitchen, and Clayton stuck his head in and asked his brother to join him in the den.
“Before we debrief,” Clayton said as Jack plopped down on a cushy leather chair, “I promised the president I would give him a call. Will you sit in while I make that call?”
He dialed the president’s direct number and was surprised to be put through to Dr. Toomay.
“Doc, what are you doing there? Is everything all right?”
Jack’s concerned look mirrored Clayton’s as the vice president listened to the doctor. Clayton asked a couple of questions, and at the answers his expression became even more bleak.
“Thanks, Doc,