There were six people in the back of his limosine. Four of them focused sharply on what he had to say as usual, but the sixth seemed lost in her own little world every time the policy discussion started. She rarely offered commentary on anything beyond tactics, and sometimes it seemed like he was the only one that knew why.<br/><br/>"Corinne?" His words rung out and immediately her gaze shot up in surprise. They rarely spoke to each other directly, she was far from senior staff. "I looked over your transcript from college, you know, before we hired you... There were an awful lot of courses with<em>studies</em>in the title." He tilted the side of his mouth in a disarming grin, "And believe it or not, that's actually one of the reasons I made the decision to bring you on. The interview you gave where you talked about how much you admire Reagan was actually<em>not</em>a note in your favor."<br/><br/>"What did you think of the interview?" She probably felt as if she was surrounded by snakes ready to pounce, and that feeling wasn't unjustified. If she said something genuine, the other advisers would look at her with political-xenophobic disdain, and if she lied about her beliefs, he'd know.