Upstairs At The White House Novels & Stories

Mr Lee quickly grabbed one of the car keys and rushed out then drove out. Meanwhile, the entire white house was set ablaze, the people inside tried to push the door open but failed. Sky who was assigned to watch Mr and Mrs Johnson had gone out and immediately got news that something was wrong.

I stand at the foot of the massive wraparound staircase, looking up at the beautiful railing and balcony above. I slowly creep up, soft white carpet on every step, a roll of black duct tape still in my hand. The house is pitch black, but I see better than most people do in perfect daylight. Beautiful artwork and decor line the wall as I ascend, more family pictures of Victoria, Rick, baby Adam.

he said and plodded to the car while Louisa stood transfixed watching him till he drove off. With her mouth ajar she stared at the modern stylish,vast and lush White House standing before her. She knew Nat was rich but never imagined her son could be richer. She raised her hand to look at the piece of paper Declan had scrumbked in her palm. "5432 is the password,I wish you the best of luck Louisa. Love from Natalie" she read out. She sighed for some long seconds , clutched her leather box and ambulated towards the white house, after several hours of struggling with the security lock she was able to get through.

I could not help but wonder if the girl who once treated the dress like a precious relic was the same one who just trashed it without a second thought. The noise from the room faded, and I knew it was time to leave. I pulled out my phone and shot a quick text to my private investigator. It was time to find out what Jane was really up to. I walked into my house, numb, and my gaze was immediately drawn to the massive wedding portrait on the living room wall. Jane's smile, once a beacon of joy, then seemed to mock me. I slumped onto the couch, lighting one cigarette after another, waiting for the night to drag on.

Jake shook his head, slightly disgusted with her diva attitude. “Jake, do you have a minute?” Matt asked, approaching the long desk that sat in the middle of the set. “Sure,” Jake answered, putting his notes down. “What’s up?” “I wanted to ask you a favor,” Matt began, leaning over the desk so no one could hear. “I’ve got a job for you.” “What kind of job?” Jake asked, his curiosity piqued. “There’s a private event being held at the White House this afternoon.” Matt whispered. “I need you there to take notes. We’re on the list, but I can’t make it. There’s too much going on.”

"The guests in that wing value absolute discretion." "Of course, Mrs. Gable. Absolute discretion." Leaving the basement kitchen, I ascended the grand spiral staircase to the upper floors of the Hawthorne mansion. The air turned warmer here, smelling of expensive cedar, beeswax, and history. The thick, plush carpets swallowed the sound of my shoes entirely. With every floor I climbed, my excitement grew, a nervous flutter waking up in my stomach.

looking at the tired Samantha, Nicole flashed her a smile. Samantha shook her head and stepped back to make way for Nicole and said, "come in and have a seat" Nicole looked at her and smiled. "Samantha, I'm not looking for you. His Excellency needs you upstairs" "His Excellency wants me to go up?" Samantha who was originally sleepy immediately sobered up when she heard this. She confirmed with Nicole. "Are you sure the President wants me to go up?" Nicklaus originally stayed in the presidential suite, which was not the same as thar of the staff members.

Open it up and please read past the third chapter or the entire thing. The interior of the white house was beautiful. White tile floors, cream walls, dark furniture, everything was flawless and beautiful. Inside felt safe, heck I felt a shiver fall down my spine. “You like it don’t you,” Medaline asked with a knowing smile. “Come on, let’s go to my room,” she said, waving me over from her spot on the brown steps of the staircase.

40 Alex The Grand Ballroom of the White House was dazzling, as expected. Crystal chandeliers cast a golden glow over the room, illuminating the sea of dignitaries, politicians, and diplomats in their finest attire. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume, champagne, and the subtle tension that always accompanied events like this.

she said waving her hands around. "Okay, Sarah," I said looking around and trying to remember every detail. "There is a garden at the back, The workers have their quarters at the back of the mansion. There is a library, a party room, and a gym on this floor and the top floor is for Mr and Mrs White, their son, and niece who just came in today," she said quickly still waving her hands, She likes to demonstrate while talking. "You might have noticed two doors at the bottom of the tall staircase, the one at the left is your room while the other is the gym," She Said pointing towards the direction.