On the Brink by Henry M. Paulson Page B

ultimately selfish; it reflects a preoccupation with self and overlooks the fact that one’s strength and abilities come from the divine Mind.
    I arranged to go back to Washington to see Josh again. As we sat in front of the fireplace in his office, beneath a portrait of Abraham Lincoln, I laid out my “asks.” In addition to being the administration’s primary economic adviser and spokesman, I wanted to be able to replace political appointees and bring in my own team, and to have regular access to the president, on a par with the secretaries of Defense and State. I asked to chair the economic policy lunch held at the White House. Josh rang up Al Hubbard, the National Economic Council (NEC) director, at his home in Indianapolis to be sure he was all right with this, and he was.
    After Josh and I worked out these details, I went up to see the president in the residence. I found George Bush to be personable, direct, and very engaged. He was relaxed, having come in from a bike ride that morning, and had his feet up. We talked about a number of issues: how important it would be to address entitlements, and that perhaps having the Treasury secretary as opposed to the president lead this effort might help win support from both sides of the aisle. We talked about using financial sanctions to make a difference with Iran and North Korea. At the end of the hour-long meeting, I told him that I planned to accept.
    From there, things went into overdrive. An announcement had to be made before the news leaked. I flew out to Barrington for the weekend to spend some time with Wendy, who was in despair over the impending loss of our privacy as we were fed into the Washington meat grinder, and to tell Mom the news. Then I returned to New York and called Lloyd Blankfein, summoning him back from a weekend with his family to discuss the developments. I asked Lindsay Valdeon, my trusted assistant at Goldman Sachs, to make the move to Washington with me, and she agreed.
    I then called the board members and all 17 executives on the management committee to tell them, and asked Lloyd and John Rogers to fly with me to Washington for the ceremony.
    Afterward, we flew out to Chicago for a previously scheduled partners’ meeting. I woke up the next morning, and I was on the front page of every newspaper. It took my breath away. Even though the coverage was positive, it was unnerving.
    The Senate voted to confirm me before the Fourth of July recess. There was only one hurdle remaining—my mother. I was concerned about what she might say when she met the president. She promised me that she would be on her best behavior.
    I was sworn in on July 10, 2006. The ceremony took place in the Treasury Building’s Cash Room, an extraordinary space that was designed in the 1860s to look like an Italian palazzo. It has marble floors and marble-clad walls that soar to an ornate gold-edged ceiling from which massive bronze chandeliers hang. Until it was closed for security reasons in the 1970s, the room had been open to the public: government checks could be cashed there and Treasury bonds purchased. My oath of office was administered by Supreme Court Chief Justice John Roberts with President Bush—and my mother—in attendance.
    My mother suffered when Hillary Clinton lost in the 2008 Democratic primaries to Barack Obama; she wants to live to see a woman become president and the Cubs win the World Series. And she voted for Obama. Given the chance again, she probably still would not have voted for George W. Bush in 2000 or 2004. But after watching the way he worked with me, and having heard me report back to her about one issue after another, I can tell you this: she looks at the president a lot differently today than she did when I first went to Washington. So do Wendy, Merritt, and Amanda.

C HAPTER 3
    Thursday, August 17, 2006
    I n August 2006, President Bush gathered his economic team at Camp David. The presidential retreat is a beautiful wooded spot with