DAVID'S PLACE:

He quietly dialed the stored numbers of the heads of major US news outlets.  It was 3am Tuesday in Washington.  The same words were said to each startled person with no greetings or apology. “It's the President.”  The voice was unmistakable to the thirty people called from the oversized, greasy, black cell phone.  He ordered each of them to attend an emergency press conference at the White House West Wing at exactly 12pm later that day.   Each call ended with the words “no questions” and an abrupt hang up.  He then called key cabinet members and instructed them to come to the noon conference with the stern admonition “no questions”.  Finally, he called Chief of Staff, Jack King, his oldest, most loyal confidant and only real friend in his 75 years of privileged existence.  He directed him, without hesitation, to have the outdoor West Wing set up for “a big crowd” of reporters and others that would be attending the “high noon” press conference...

Truth  by  David Stein He quietly dialed the stored numbers of the heads of major US news outlets.  It was 3am Tuesday in Washington.  The same words were said to each startled person with no greetings or apology. “It's the President.”  The voice was unmistakable to the thirty people called from the oversized, greasy, black cell phone. He ordered each of them to attend an emergency press conference at the White House West Wing at exactly 12pm later that day.   Each call ended with the words “no questions” and an abrupt hang up.  He then called key cabinet members and instructed them to come to the noon conference with the stern admonition “no questions”.  Finally, he called Chief of Staff, Jack King, his oldest, most loyal confidant and only real friend in his 75 years of privileged existence.  He directed him, without hesitation, to have the outdoor West Wing set up for “a big crowd” of reporters and others that would be attending the “...