““David stared in stunned disbelief. Save the President? Of the United states? Saving his next-door neighbor was one thing, but he couldn’t even begin to wrap his brain around this one. I’m no hero. I’m an intern––not even a fully functioning member of the workforce! How am I supposed to save the President of the United States? He laid the magazine down and rubbed his temples. This is not happening. This is not happening. This is NOT happening... There must have been a clerical mistake somewhere. He was so obviously not the guy for the job! And what was he going to tell Sharon? “Um, honey, I have to go to Washington for a few days. The President’s gonna die, and I’m supposed to save him. –Oh, and I’ll be charging it to our VISA. You’re okay with that, right, honey? Honey? What are you doing with that knife?” Yup.””