You're mine

“Are you a clown?”

The question got Valerie scared and confused. Why would the President ask her if she was a clown? She stared at him, still in his arms.

“Are you done checking me out? Or you simply don't want to stand?” The President scoffed, and she quickly stood up properly.

With that, she dropped Audrey on the ground. “I'm… I'm sorry, sir”.

The President glared at her. She didn't need anyone to tell her that she's in trouble. “Are you deaf? Are you a clown?”

Valerie blinked her eyes rapidly. Audrey chuckled a little, and tapped her. “Huh?”

“The outfit, Miss old-fashioned. You're still in the clown outfit” Audrey whispered, and Valerie gasped. She bit her lips, embarrassed.

The President snorted. “Why are you putting on this attire? And where are you both coming from?” Valerie gulped hard. Her heart skipped as she thought of a way to explain to the President.

“Why do I always get into trouble? Now, how do I get out of this mess?”

Valerie coughed helplessly. She couldn't think of