Page 138 of The First Gentleman

CHAPTER 134

The White House

R ead it out loud,” says Maddy.

“I need to hear it.”

Burton Pearce is standing in front of the Resolute desk in the Oval Office.

He can hardly believe what he’s holding.

It’s a handwritten draft of a resignation speech in Maddy’s neat script.

For once, he didn’t contribute a single phrase.

“Nixon’s resignation speech went on for fifteen minutes,” says Maddy.

“I want mine to be shorter than the Gettysburg Address.”

Pearce looks across the desk.

He’s known the woman sitting behind it for more than twenty years, since their days as Dartmouth students.

It seems impossible that this moment has come.

“You really want me to do this?”

The president nods.

“I do.”

Pearce clears his throat and reads aloud from the paper.

“‘My fellow Americans, I have made the most difficult decision of my life, which is to resign the office of president, effective at noon tomorrow. Vice President Faulkner will take the oath at that time.

“‘You all know the burden that my personal life has been for the past nine months. I love Cole Wright and believe he’s innocent of the charges. With the verdict two days ago, I have realized that I need to focus all my strength on seeking justice and vindication for my husband. I cannot do that and give the daily duties of the presidency the concentrated attention you deserve.

“‘I want you to know that our administration has been driven by a new vision for America, one that puts us on the path of financial stability and makes the investments necessary to secure the future for generations of Americans to come. The responsibility for seeing that vision through now goes to Vice President Ransom Faulkner, a man who has turned from being my fiercest rival to being a steadfast supporter, loyal partner, and devoted friend. You will be safe in his hands. I leave this office with gratitude, humility, and a sense of peace. I know in my heart that I am doing the right thing for my husband and for the country. I wish you all well. Good night.’”

Pearce lowers the paper and slides it onto the desk.

“What do you think?” asks Maddy.

“Madam President, I’ve never said this before, but—I wouldn’t change a word.”