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Chapter 9
Being governor was even more exciting than Oliver Russell had anticipated. Power was a seductive mistress, and Oliver loved it. His decisions influenced the lives of hundreds of thousands of people. He became adept at swaying the state legislature, and his influence and reputation kept expanding. I really am making a difference, Oliver thought happily. He remembered Senator Davis's words: "This is just a stepping-stone, Oliver. Walk carefully."
And he was careful. He had numerous affairs, but they were always handled with the greatest discretion. He knew that they had to be.
From time to time, Oliver checked with the hospital about Miriam's condition.
"She's still in a coma, Governor."
"Keep me informed."
One of Oliver's duties as governor was hosting state dinners. The guests of honor were supporters, sports figures, entertainers, people with political clout, and visiting dignitaries. Jan was a gracious hostess, and Oliver enjoyed the way people reacted to her.
One day Jan came to Oliver and said, "I just talked to Father. He's giving a party next weekend at his home. He would like us to come. There are some people he wants you to meet."
That Saturday, at Senator Davis's sumptuous home in Georgetown, Oliver found himself shaking hands with some of the most important wheelers and dealers in Washington. It was a beautiful party, and Oliver was enjoying himself immensely.
"Having a good time, Oliver?"
"Yes. It's a wonderful party. You couldn't wish for a better one."
Peter Tager said, "Speaking of wishes, that reminds me. The other day, Elizabeth, my six-year-old, was in a cranky mood and wouldn't get dressed. Betsy was getting desperate. Elizabeth looked at her and said, 'Mama, what are you thinking?' Betsy said, 'Honey, I was just wishing that you were in a good mood, and that you would get dressed and have your breakfast like a good girl.' And Elizabeth said, 'Mama, your wish is not being granted!' Isn't that great? Those kids are fantastic. See you later, Governor."
A couple walked in the door and Senator Davis went to greet them.
The Italian ambassador, Atilio Picone, was an imposing-looking man in his sixties, with dark, Sicilian features. His wife, Sylva, was one of the most beautiful women Oliver had ever seen. She had been an actress before she married Atilio and was still popular in Italy. Oliver could see why. She had large, sensuous brown eyes, the face of a Madonna, and the voluptuous body of a Rubens nude. She was twenty-five years younger than her husband.
Senator Davis brought the couple over to Oliver and introduced them.
"I'm delighted to meet you," Oliver said. He could not take his eyes off her.
She smiled. "I've been hearing a great deal about you."
"Nothing bad, I hope."
"I-"
Her husband cut in. "Senator Davis speaks very highly of you."
Oliver looked at Sylva and said, "I'm flattered."
Senator Davis led the couple away. When he returned to Oliver, he said, "That's off limits, Governor. Forbidden fruit. Take a bite of that, and you can kiss your future goodbye."
"Relax, Todd. I wasn't - "
"I'm serious. You can alienate two countries at once."
At the end of the evening, when Sylva and her husband were leaving, Atilio said, "It was nice to meet you."
"It was a pleasure."
Sylva took Oliver's hand in hers and said softly, "We look forward to seeing you again."
Their eyes met. "Yes."
And Oliver thought, I must be careful.
Two weeks later, back in Frankfort, Oliver was working in his office when his secretary buzzed him.
"Governor, Senator Davis is here to see you."
"Senator Davis is here?"
"Yes, sir."
"Send him in." Oliver knew that his father-in-law was fighting for an important bill in Washington, and Oliver wondered what he was doing in Frankfort. The door opened, and the senator walked in. Peter Tager was with him.
Senator Todd Davis smiled and put his arm around Oliver. "Governor, it's good to see you."
"It's great to see you, Todd." He turned to Peter Tager. "Morning, Peter."
"Morning, Oliver."
"Hope I'm not disturbing you," Senator Davis said.
"No, not at all. Is - is anything wrong?"
Senator Davis looked at Tager and smiled. "Oh, I don't think you could say anything's wrong, Oliver. In fact, I would say that everything's just fine."
Oliver was studying the two of them, puzzled. "I don't understand."
"I have some good news for you, son. May we sit down?"
"Oh, forgive me. What would you like? Coffee? Whiskey - ?"
"No. We're pretty well stimulated already."
Again, Oliver wondered what was going on.
"I've just flown in from Washington. There's a pretty influential group there who think you're going to be our next president."
Oliver felt a small thrill go through him. "I - really?"
"As a matter of fact, the reason I flew down here is that it's time for us to start your campaign. The election is less than two years away."
"It's perfect timing," Peter Tager said enthusiastically. "Before we're through, everyone in the world is going to know who you are."
Senator Davis added, "Peter is going to take charge of your campaign. He'll handle everything for you. You know you won't find anyone better."
Oliver looked at Tager and said warmly, "I agree."
"It's my pleasure. We're going to have a lot of fun, Oliver."
Oliver turned to Senator Davis. "Isn't this going to cost a lot?"
"Don't worry about that. You'll go first-class all the way. I've convinced a lot of my good friends that you're the man to put their money on." He leaned forward in his chair. "Don't underestimate yourself, Oliver. The survey that came out a couple of months ago listed you as the third most effective governor in the country. Well, you have something that the other two don't have. I told you this before - charisma. That is something that money can't buy. People like you, and they're going to vote for you."
Oliver was getting more and more excited. "When do we get started?"
"We've already started," Senator Davis told him. "We're going to build a strong campaign team, and we're going to start lining up delegates around the country."
"How realistic are my chances?"
