Upstairs At The White House Mga Nobela at Kwento

Then the three of them walked towards the massive door where two handsome men guarded the access. Jessica assumed that they were bodyguards judging from their fit bodies and poker faces. The two of them greeted Lucas who led the way inside the residence. The space was immaculate and everything was white except for the wooden floor. Jessica roamed her eyes around the area while Lilly’s attention was set on Lucas who stated after reaching the living room. “You’ll be living in the white house, until this is all sorted out” “Living?” Lilly inquired “Staying momentarily if I may correct,” Lucas’ stunning smile soon turned to meet Jessica’s absent minded figure before he added

After that, he would not have anything to do with Quinn anymore. The hall on the third floor of the White Palace was luxuriously decorated. The carpets and chandeliers were extremely expensive. As Chase scanned the room, he saw the rich and wealthy dressed in luxurious clothes gathering in groups to reminisce. “Mr. Collins, please sit here for a moment. I have something to take care of and will be back to entertain you later.” Bianca smiled apologetically at Chase before turning around and taking her leave. Chase looked around the hall, and when he was about to find a place to sit, he heard a surprised voice. “Chase?”

“They eat and rest there. They don’t enter the upper floors unless assigned.” “So, you live here too?” I asked. “I have my own room upstairs,” she replied simply. “And Daisy’s room… I mean, my room ,” I corrected quickly, “is upstairs too?” “Yes. West wing.” Her steps slowed as we turned down another hall. “And this…” Her voice dropped a fraction, “is Mr. Oliver's private wing. You’re not to enter unless summoned.” I looked at the tall, black double doors. They were unlike the rest of the mansion—sleek, modern, cold. I could almost hear a hum behind them, like secrets breathing.

I will not embarrass Valiente just because I don’t like my mission now. "Let's go, agent!" the maid said. I stood up, holding the uniform he gave me and my leather jacket. Kakay walked first, and I just followed. It was the first time I got inside WH, and I can say it was the place where you could see yourself on the floor because the marble tiled floor is so clean. The interiors are old and look good with new designs that complement them. Before, I thought the White House was all pure white, but now, I can't help but be impressed with its designers.

As she immediately moved away from wheeling Grandma's wheelchair out, but Charles stopped her and said, "Focus on your job first. I have to go upstairs and take my bath." "Grandma, how are you feeling this afternoon?" Charles asked Grandma Madison, and she smiled at him and replied, "I'm good, Charles." Grandma did not usually speak too many words. They finally stepped out of the elevator. While Charles walked in, he automatically pressed the door to shut, and he went up to his bedroom on the second floor. Walter's Villa is a magnificent two-story building mansion. They had an inbuilt elevator in the mansion to easily go up and come down too.

Winston and Mr.Colton left for a meeting. I was left alone in the suite, so I went for a walk around the suite and looked at all there was to see. I had cleaned this suite a number of times before, and each time, everything remained exactly the same. Nevertheless, this time, something felt different.

I comment as we continue our ascent. Noah chuckles briefly in response. "You'll grow accustomed to it," he reassures me. Though uncertain of his meaning, I deem it inappropriate to ask trivial questions at this moment. My sole desire is to witness if the upstairs area possesses the same breathtaking beauty as the ground floor. Upon reaching the top, an astonishing sight unfolds before my eyes—an exquisitely adorned living room, the epitome of opulence. It surpasses its downstairs counterpart in size, resembling a vast stadium in its grandeur.

Rick yanwed tiredly and stretched his hands and twisted his neck in both directions. Then, he took a bite of the burger Captain Clinton had left back there in the basketball court. " What the—?" His eyes went to the event at the gate of the White House. "I thought this was about to be over." He muttered. " What is this again?" Before him in the computer, the chief of the United States Secret Service was marching on to stand before the protestants again. What was he thinking?

Father calls him family too because of his loyalty. "Thank you Jullian. I'll get ready." He gives me a nod before placing a navy suit bag on the leather couch and leaves, pulling the door shut behind him. I finally stand up and stretch my shoulders. Every muscle protests. The Campaign headquarters was designed to operate twenty-four hours during election season, so naturally, there's a private suite attached to my office. "If you're going to chase the White House, you'll eventually stop going home." Father was right about that.

Her smugness blinded her to the fact that her husband, Henry, was already looking deeply unsettled. The footage began playing. David appeared on screen. Shortly after, a woman in a dress ran into his arms. When the camera zoomed in, Lisa was stunned as she saw a familiar face. The video continued. After the two entered the room, several burly men followed and entered soon after. When the video was fast-forwarded to the next morning, Henry was seen limping out of the room, clutching his leg awkwardly.