The digital clock on the Oval Office desk flickered to 2:00 AM. Tom Kirkman rubbed his temples, the weight of the "designated survivor" label feeling heavier than usual. On his desk lay a file labeled Earine —a codename for a sensitive diplomatic operation that was unraveling by the minute.
He picked up the phone. "Get me the Ambassador," he said, his voice steadying. Designated_Survivor_2x07_WEBMux_Ita_Eng_5_1_Earine
As the sun began to rise over the Potomac, Tom returned to the residence. Alex was awake, waiting. No words were needed. In the world of the Designated Survivor, peace was never permanent, and the next file was already waiting on his desk. The digital clock on the Oval Office desk