Brodhead from under his desk

Good Morning, President Brodhead. Sir, did you sleep... HERE... all night?
Well, your clothes look rather crumpled..and you gave the cleaning staff a fright.
Let’s begin my morning briefing...the “ruling” must be addressed.
The media keeps calling...Sir, are you underneath the desk?

Sir, it’s so hard to hear you..What’s that? “wound? and "salt?"
Do really want to say that it was all Wahneema’s fault?
Alright...”Duke made some mistakes”...”Nifong’s the reason why.”
Tell them how YOU have suffered...???? Uhh...better let that last part slide.

Emphasize “the facts kept changing”...yeah, we tried that spin.
Problem is...that TRUTH is constant...if you WAIT till “facts” are in.
There are some rumors flying...that Steele will dump it on YOU... fast.
Sir, you’ve spilled your Milkshake...Oh, is that Maalox in that glass?

Well, that completes our briefing. What’s on your calendar to do?
Representing Duke’s values, as personified in... YOU?
Best to get things scheduled...before the depositions start.
You can BET.... the toughest questions...won’t be just...on the lawyers part.

Joan Foster