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thoughts?”
    This was directed to Paul Gower, Reader’s husband and the current Supreme Pontifex. Gower had been White’s adjunct when I’d first joined up, but it had been clear from Day One that White had been grooming Gower to take over the head religious role. Gower was big, black, bald, and beautiful, and he also missed being in on the action because, like me and Jeff, he was sidelined a lot because of his role within the A-C’s internal government.
    â€œI think it’s a good choice, Richard,” he said seriously. “If Raj has no objections.”
    Rajnish Singh was an A-C troubadour originally from New Delhi Base. He was Serene’s second in command in the secret A-C CIA. And he was the current Public Relations Minister.
    â€œHe won’t mind,” Jeff said before Raj could reply. “He’s moving into the White House.”
    â€œThanks, Jeff,” Raj said. “In what position? Press Secretary?”
    â€œThat had been my first thought,” Jeff said. “However, I’ve gone over the various roles that we have empty, and, barring any meaningful objections from anyone in the room, I’d like to have you take on Chief of Staff instead.”
    This earned gasps from the humans in the room. Chief of Staff ran the entire business side of the White House. This would make Raj literally the most important man here, after Jeff. But no one offered any objections.
    â€œThen who will fill the Press Secretary position?” Raj asked.
    â€œYou pick,” Jeff said. “That’s part of your job now.”
    Raj nodded and, troubadour or not, trying to hide it or not, I could tell that he was incredibly flattered.
    Jeff turned back to Doreen. “Who else?”
    She sighed. “He’s going to object to it, but I really want Christopher to stay on as the Embassy Chargé d’Affaires and as the Primary, as well. As in, he’ll be the main point of contact for the Embassy with any of the Planetary Council, as well as helping me with all the day-to-day running of our diplomatic mission.”
    Jeff sighed. “He won’t like it.”
    â€œYou two have been joined at the hip for long enough,” Gower said. “He can get over to you in less than a minute, Jeff.”
    â€œWow, I’m totally reminded of when we first moved here and you said almost the exact same thing about my not wanting to be too far from James.”
    Jeff laughed. “Fine, fine, I’ll be a big boy. And you’re right—he’s the best qualified for those positions, and we need continuity of some kind at the Embassy.”
    â€œI’d like Abigail Gower to stay on as one of our Cultural Attachés, and Mahin Sherazi to take the other Cultural Attaché role,” Doreen went on.
    Jeff nodded. “I agree.”
    â€œWho’s going to take Walter’s place as Head of Security?” I asked.
    â€œI’ve consulted with Embassy staff, and Denise Lewis feels, based on the security discussions she’s been leading with Base Security worldwide, that moving Melissa Gunnels from Sydney Base to the Embassy is the right choice.I’ve interviewed her, and I agree. So, barring any objections, Missy’s going to take that role.”
    â€œGood choice.” I honestly felt that it was, even though Missy and I hadn’t gotten along all that well the few times I’d interacted with her. That was due to the fact that the “me” she’d met the first time had been Other Me during Operation Bizarro World. Apparently Other Me had impressed, and I’d messed up and ruined that initial good will. Oh well. We’d fix it. Somewhere along the line. “Tito’s coming to the White House, right?” I wanted Dr. Tito Hernandez close by, period, and not just because he was an amazing doctor—he was also a highly trained mixed martial arts fighter and incredibly smart.
    He was sitting next to his future