Treason

The Secretary enjoyed a mocha as much as the next man. If nothing else was sure about America, it was this subtle truth. The Secretary enjoyed a mocha as much as the next man.

"Sir..."

"Come in, Nancy."

"Sir, this just came in..."


The Secretary takes the transmission. He frowns for a second, then leans back.

"Treason," he mutters. When was the last time he heard that word?