Her Blackberry rang. It was Pete again.
“Peter, if I told you once I have told you a hundred times, my time is not negotiable.”
Lianne heard Pete’s voice cut in, but she was not in the mood for another long discussion. Her cabinet secretaries were waiting and there was a great deal of work that needed to be done.
“The legislature is going to be on holiday break soon and I have to get these proposals in their laps before they go jetting off to God knows where.”
She hung up and stared at the back of her driver’s head.
“Your husband?”
“He’s not from the island like you and me, Trevor. He just doesn’t understand what’s at stake here.” She glanced out the window at the giant windmills that dotted the ocean a distance from the shore. “I mean, think of what it could do for our people, to be able to sell electricty to the mainland.”
“Yes, Madam President.”
Lianne rolled her eyes. “Suddenly so formal after all the years we’ve known each other?”
“No ma’am. I just know how ferocious our women can be.”