EVEN WITH HIS more than meager education, Isaac knew his Father was good at his job. Being a politician suited him. He had no qualms with lying or putting on a smile even when he didn’t mean it. And he commanded a room the very minute he stepped in. He had been the first witness to it. Him and his brother.
Although, even he could say, Norman Lahey was the alst person they would have thought would bring them to the White House, had he still been around.
He’d have found the whole thing laughable. Let alone that any threats to his children were a real worry to him. But pretenses were necessary now. Appearances were important. And he could not be allowed to be seen weak even if his only living son was.
With a sigh, he gave up on tightening the tie he couldn’t quite fix. He’d get another earful for it, he’s sure. But nothing new. Nothing he couldn’t handle. Being led around practically by his tail however was what seemed unbearable. Just because he could die. Yeah. Bigger threats in the world than a dead First Son, he thought. But the rest of the team didn’t quite agree with the sentiment. So he was stuck in his room until he was picked up with what he figured was a glorified babysitter, only with a license to a gun.