(Politico)
CHRIS CHRISTIE January 18, 2019
On the morning of May 6, 2016, in the heat of the presidential campaign, I headed into the city to see Donald Trump. A couple weeks earlier, he had asked me to lead his government transition team, and I was ready to button down the announcement details and dive into this important responsibility. No one had to tell me how huge a job it was. But I was all in.
By this point in the presidential campaign, I’d become a semi-permanent fixture on the 26th floor of Trump Tower. The Secret Service agents didn’t bother me anymore. I didn’t have to check in with Donald’s executive assistant, Rhona Graff, or anyone else. On this particular morning, I walked past the receptionist —“Hello.” I nodded good morning to everyone, and I breezed into the main office.
“Hi, Chris. What’s up today?” Donald said without looking up as I dropped into one of the chairs in front of his desk.
“I’m doing the transition stuff,” I said.
“Oh, come on,” he said with a sigh, finally glancing up at me and scrunching his face a little. “I hate that stuff. It’s bad karma, Chris. You know that.”
I just smiled. “I know, Donald,” I assured him. “But you gotta do it.”
“I know, I know,” he admitted. “Let’s get Corey in here, and let’s finish this up.”
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