I couldn’t believe my luck. I’d pulled an all-nighter fixing a sort of corset to throw off obvious suspicions (I was thanking my ingenuity and my, ahem, small size), & now here I was in a Cabinet uniform, a black ensemble with a Mandarin-collared scarlet sleeveless duster, standing at ease behind the third most powerful man in the world.
So far no one was the wiser.
I tried to keep an expression of slightly bored interest, but I held onto every single word. They were discussing energy supplies, but I filed it all away as useful information. Who knows? Maybe we'd have to kill lights in a compound, or divert electricity at some point in the future.
“So I see you found an advisor, sir?” one of the Cabinet members inquired to Henry after the meeting, eyeing me.
“I did," he answered with a nod. "And I think he’ll be just fine.”
“What is your name?” another asked me. I froze; I forgot to think of a name!
“Lazlo,” I stuttered.
“Really?” The Cabinet raised its eyebrows. “Odd name.”
I shrugged easily. Phew. Close call.
“You did quite nicely,” Henry whispered to me after the meeting.
“Why thank you, sir,” I replied suavely. We merged into a crowded entryway. "If I may say so, you did rather well yourself."
"Why thank you." We kept walking. “You said you sing tenor,” he said rather suddenly. “Could you maybe sing something?”
“Gladly.” I began to sing some little ditty I knew as we passed by a small clump of Cabinet members. I drew quite a few glances.
“What’s up with him?” they asked amongst themselves.