Upstairs At The White House Novels & Stories

The Unbreakable Accord The great house had settled into its night-time rhythm, a deep, contented sigh after the day's joyful chaos. In the West Wing study, the only light came from William's desk lamp, pooling on the polished wood. He wasn't working. He was looking at a photograph on his computer screen.

her lip curled back before she returned to herself the street emerging before me. She let out a frustrated sigh, pinching her brow where I’m sure she muttered the word bastard under her breath. “Fuck, come in then,” she groaned, waving her wrist as I saw the door 27 appear. It barely took up the space like some optical illusion. The street looked exactly the same but now there was a huge White House nestled in between them. How it was possible I have no idea. Hilda began walking up the drive. I watched as she appeared on the street one minute and gone the next.

We reached the top. As the doors opened, the polished hallway ahead glowed with natural light spilling from the massive floor-to-ceiling windows. The presidential floor always had the best view. Upper New York laid out in the distance like a toy city. Two interns seated beside the conference room jumped to their feet when they saw me. “Sir.” I walked past them without a glance.

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.

Cary nodded raising his eyebrows, with that she went out the door, left the room ------ Diane drove her car to a restaurant, she entered a special room only for two people, there was already a man waiting for her “Please sit” the man said with a warm smile on his face, pointing to the chair in front of him “Thank you” Diana obeyed with a reaction of hesitate on her face “Calm down, I just want to talk to you” the man chuckle look at Diane face “Okay” she take a breath and try show her smile “I represent the White House, to bring out that you are a candidate for the next presidential spokesperson” he spoke casually focusing his eyes on Diane, while Diane gulped and blinked her eyes

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.

" Thank you for that. Can I see what you are watching? What is it about?" " There is no way you won't need to see this." " Why? You sound too confident about that. What is it about? " " The protest ." " You mean the protest going on at the white house?" " Yes. That is exactly what I am watching." " It is already over. I watched it down there ." " No. Were you the one that brought it to an end? " " What are you even saying? I was downstairs when I watched it. It didn't turn out well for the people. Did it?"