Wednesday, August 6th Victoria, BC
Jack Jordan had been at work a few hours when his staff began trickling in. He’d ignored the phones buzzing in the outer office; calls could wait for his secretary to screen. One of the first she put through was from Hank MacDougall. Jack knew Hank and his wife Mira; both had always been loyal supporters.
“Hank, great to hear from you. How is Mira these days, and your kids?”
“Everyone’s doing great Jack, Mira sends her greetings.” Hank switched the tone, “Premier, if there is any way possible, I would like to meet with you late this afternoon – or early evening – which ever works better for you.”
“Let me check my schedule. Can you hold on for a minute?” Jack reached and put him on hold. Buzzing for his secretary to bring his schedule, the Premier found time at the end of the day. He clicked Hank back on. “I can give you my last time slot.”
Hank agreed, and told the Premier that he’d arranged a private room at the Victoria Club, if that was alright with him. “Yes,” Jack said. “I should be there by 5:30 or a little after.”
Jack wondered what this could be about. Maybe Hank caught wind of the Saskatchewan fiasco. Since discussing it with his wife, he had not revealed anything to anyone. Not in his office, not with Cabinet, not even with other party members. It was too risky. ‘If I can just continue for a little while longer,’ he thought. Finally, Jack was able to return to his schedule for the day.
Before the car stopped in front of the Club, the manager was at the front door to greet him. He quietly escorted the Premier towards one of the private rooms, and opened the door for him. Entering, Jack the politician made his way forward, scanning his memory for the placement of the other people there. ‘Okay, that’s Gloria Townsend…and Stevens…with the University maybe?’ Jack was almost on them when he recognised Underwood. ‘What’s he doing here? He’s been with Washington…oh shit! I bet they already know about the Referendum. They’re here to ask me about it.’
Hank welcomed him. “Thank you for meeting with us, Premier. I know you have full days, we’ll make this as brief as possible.”
“Yes. Thank you. Hello Mrs. Townsend, Mr. Stevens. Hello Ted. You’re a long way from home.” Jack chose the seat at the head of the table, the one usually reserved for him these days.
As Hank began to speak, and as the meeting progressed, the Premier didn’t need to confirm or deny anything. They all could see clearly in his eyes – that he knew – that they knew.
“Sir, we know about the Referendum. Additionally, in the last 24-hours we’ve learned that Quebec is having conversations with their liaison bureau in Washington. And, we know the Atlantic Provinces have a delegation in Washington. As far as we can determine, Ottawa has not learned yet about the others, only Saskatchewan.” Hank nodded towards Ted, who checked the hand-off.
“Mr. Premier,” Ted began, “We now know, with certainty, that if Saskatchewan votes Yes, there is little hope Canada could prevent a domino effect from occurring. Sir, we have individually, and together, assessed this situation. There are some critical steps that should be taken. Bold, resourceful, and intentional steps to position this Province for certain eventualities, including the dissolution of Canada, as we know it.”
The Premier sat stone-faced.
Elliot Stevens broke the silence. “You might think, Sir, that capitalists like us would welcome the opportunity to play in a bigger game. But we share one additional thing in common – maybe it’s an even stronger thing.”
“We understand what it means to have 40 million people living in the corridor that runs south of this Province. As soon as those 40 million realise completely what there is to offer here – and as soon as it’s as easy for them to come here as it is to go to Utah or Nevada – they will migrate by the millions. With all the opportunity for development? Under the blanket of U.S. sovereignty it will be more American than it is now. Hell, Mr. Premier, it will BE America.”
Gloria Townsend had remained silent. Jack Jordan was a strong man, but it was time to give him some good news. She caught Ted’s attention and nodded to him. He understood her signal and proceeded.
“Mr. Premier, to come directly to the point, here is what we need your help with.”
“First, we need you to stay the course, steady as she goes. Keep your Cabinet together during the Saskatchewan Referendum period of chaos that is about to occur.”
“Second, we need you to keep BC solid. British Columbia needs to exist for as long as possible, while the other Provinces begin to leave Canada.”
“Third, we need you to accelerate projects you have planned for the mainland and Vancouver Island. We need the Province to be in the strongest possible position before it becomes a State.”
Ted continued, “If you can do these things, I can say with certainty, and you may verify this with the Oval Office in Washington, you will become the first U.S. Governor of the State of British Columbia.”
It took Jack a long time to react. All remained quiet in deference to the Premier, allowing as much time as he needed to gather his thoughts. Finally, he smiled, reached into his pocket, pulled out his cell-phone and called Jean at home. “Cancel any plans for the evening,” he told her. “I’ll be home as soon as I can. Wait for me there.” He flipped the phone shut.
At the end of the third hour, Jack rose from his chair. He was still smiling when he thanked everyone personally and shook their hands. He turned, left the room and walked outside to his waiting car.
In the private room in the Victoria Club, the others debriefed. “From what I could determine, it went well,” Ted offered, “as well as any of us could expect.”
Elliot said, “I wonder what his reaction would have been if he knew the whole plan.”
Gloria answered that one. “It’s too soon. We need to resist that until Ted gets more of the pieces of the puzzle in place.”
“So what’s the next step?” Hank was ready to start.
As he stuffed papers into his briefcase, Ted said, “I’m going to fly out tomorrow, get what I need and drive back. I should be here by next Monday or Tuesday.”
Elliot spoke up, “Hey guys, I need some time alone. I really need to think through all of this. I’ll be back in a week.” They knew he would head for Tofino, on the west coast of the island.
Gloria and Hank agreed to meet the next day, to detail their next steps.
When Jack arrived home, Jean was waiting. He reached for her, kissed her long and hard. Finally, she stepped back and asked, “Wow. What happened?” Laughing, he quickly told her about the meeting as he took her hand and led her upstairs. She was in a daze from his words as he took her to their bed and, for the first time in a long time, they made love.
Afterwards, when he’d rolled onto his side and fell into a deep sleep, she snuggled in behind him. But, as she nuzzled and kissed his shoulder, her attention was focused on only one thing. She replayed his words over and over, committing them to memory. Suddenly, Jean realised exactly what this could mean - if she handled everything just right.
Eventually, she thought, Washington will need to place a leading ex-canuck somewhere high in office and they’ll want one that doesn’t carry a lot of federal baggage. An ex-premier of an ex-province could work out perfectly for them. She quietly slipped out of their bed, tied on her robe, walked to the writing table and edited her ‘to-do’ list well into dawn.